Текст песни: Far Hills Cider + перевод

Rushing, Gambling’s just begun

I’m holding, holding, feels gun

And I shoot myself

Down

I played better off this shelf

Happy as the man whi can laugh at himself

And I shoot myself

Down

As I fall, I do recall

I remenice of days I miss

And it goes like this…

Far Hills Cider

Far Hills Cider

Far Hills Cider

It’s like one more time

I am not a prodigal son

But the forbidden fruit is on my tounge

And I found myself

A crown

Where on me when days are longer

I traded cider for something stronger

And I numb myself

Down

I don’t know about this song

It’s a son of a bitch, if you get it wrong

But it goes like this…

Far Hills Cider

For like one more time

Far Hills Cider

For like one more time

Ohhhh it’s a long road

So come back to me, back to me, babe

Ohhhh it’s a long road

So come back to me, back to me, babe

Far Hills Cider

Far Hills Cider

Far Hills Cider

For like one more time

Far Hills Cider

For like one more time

Far Hills Cider

For like one more time

Far Hills Cider

For like one more time

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