He usually spends his free time
Counting hairs upon his arm
The ants about the cupboard
To his thinking add their charm
He never stops to notice
That his shoes are fulla lead
He's dead through cough
And heavy breathing he is seething
He's a sandwich of a fellow
An all-spread personality
So infected with disease of yellow dirt down in his soul
Last night a thousand stars were his
To work like clay and so
In one split second's anger
He did give and have a hold
He saw himself a captain way off on some kissin' situation
That would have made his father proud
He laughs out loud
He conceals the hurt
He reveals the dirt
The yellow dirt down in his soul
Yellow dirt down in his soul
Yellow dirt down in his soul
Yellow dirt down in his soul
He's got his dirt down in his soul
He's got his dirt down in his soul, now, now
He's got his dirt down in his soul
He's got his dirt down in his soul, now, now
He's got his dirt down in his soul
It would have made his father proud
He laughs out loud
He conceals the hurt
He reveals the dirt
The yellow dirt down in his soul
Yellow dirt down in his soul
Yellow dirt down in his soul
Yellow dirt down in his soul
Yellow dirt down in his soul
Yellow dirt down in his soul
Yellow dirt down in his soul
Pozostale piosenki artysty Seals & Croft (8):
Yellow Dirt
Cause You Love
9 Houses
Ancient Of The Old
Castles In The Sand
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Windshield Wipers In The Rain,Science Fiction,Runaway,Berlin Wall,Put Your Heart In Me,I Could Still,THE LADDER,Clumsy,How Do You Feel Now,Innocent Dance (English Version)
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