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Джон Прайн Джон ПрайнАмериканский певец и автор песен, работающий в жанрах кантри и фолк

Far From Me

As the cafe was closing

on a warm summer night

And Cathy was cleaning the spoons

The radio played the hit parade

And I hummed a long with the tune

She asked me to change the station

Said the song just drove her insane

But it weren't just the music playing

It was me that she was trying to blame.


And the sky is black and still now

On the hill where the angels sing

Ain't it funny how an old broken bottle

Looks just like a diamond ring

But it's far, far from me

Well, I leaned on my left leg

in the parking lot dirt

And Cathy was closing the lights

A June bug flew from the warmth he once knew

And I wished for once I weren't right

Why we used to laugh together

And we'd dance to any old song.

Well, ya know, she still laughs with me

But she waits just a second to long.

Repeat Chorus:

Well, I started the engine

and I gave it some gas

And Cathy was closing her purse

Well, we hadn't gone far in my beat old car

And I was prepared for the worst.

Джон Прайн

Far From Me / Джон Прайн

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