Текст песни: The Best Things in Life Aren't Things to a Fugitive + перевод

My sacrifice it lay in a ditch on Wheaton Road, of pride and joy I give to you

neither empty nor full,

my love, just me, my love, to take or leave my love, farewell, farewell,

farewell to 23.

There’s truth in having nothing, but it’s falling out my sleeves,

beside the road 10 miles from home,

I’ll leave this blood and run, my love the weeds will save us, my love we’ll

soon be free,

our innocence, or crimson lips, farewell to 23.

It should be easy, small rivers still run to the sea, farewell, farewell to 23.

a thousand miles of silence, a thousand miles to go,

each picture tells a thousand words, but they’re all lies you know,

my love your words deceived us, my love you proved your strong,

so dare to run, I’ll get my gun for what I know you’ve done,

I hear the train a comin', I hear the sirens scream,

your time has come, now look at me, farewell to 23.

It should be easy, small rivers still run to the sea, farewell, farewell to 23,

no evidence that leads to me, farewell, farewell to 23.

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