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Дэвид  Грэй Дэвид Грэй Певец и композитор

Sell Sell Sell

I beg to differ

To break the chain

To draw a line right through tomorrow

And cancel every claim

I've seen reflections beneath my skin

And drums beating for battle

In the eyes of children



And turning it over

Right down

Where the eye don't see no color

Where the war don't make a sound

Ice on the shoulder

Noel

Praise the lord above

And sell, sell, sell



Oh violent flowers

You fill the screen

Betray your mother

And change your name

So tall and fickle

And blind as snow

Running headfirst for oblivion

Cause you've nowhere else to go



And turning it over

Right down

Where the eye don't see no color

Where the war don't make a sound

Ice on the shoulder

Noel

Praise the lord above

And sell, sell, sell



In chill of winter

In dead of night

Each so familiar with the hunger

That they got no appetite

They talk of loving

I hear her say

That as fast as I can give it

He's taking it away



And turning it over

Right down

Where the eye don't see no color

Where the war don't make a sound

Ice on the shoulder

Noel

Praise the lord above

And sell, sell, sell



Chorus



A weeping willow

The desert wind

So many learn to swallow

So few to understand

The deepest longing

This cup of faith

Where to put them in a world

Where no innocence is safe

Дэвид Грэй

Sell Sell Sell / Дэвид Грэй

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