Текст песни: 100 Strangers + перевод

You’ve got to get out son

You got your back against the wall

And the end has just begun

And this place, there’s a hundred strangers and I hardly know one face

And I sold my soul to the night

I’m a waste of time yet I’ve got to try

We’re all worrying, about the same things

The end cannot begin at the start

We’re all worrying, about the same things

The end cannot begin at the start

Spit your words out son, they cling to your lips like they’re trying to hold on

And I like to tread the boards of avenues with open eyes

But I’m fine, my head isn’t there

And I’m losing out but I’m trying not to care

We’re all worrying, about the same things

The end cannot begin at the start

We’re all worrying, about the same things

The end cannot begin at the start

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