Текст песни с аккордами
Вступление
[Verse]
A F#m
I leap toward the south yeah
B D
And attempt to burn my bridges
A F#m
Way down to the equator
B E
And back up north with the wind
A F#m
I'm travelin', And the last I heard
B D A
Twelve sad stories, from disciples of the sun
F#m B E
And we rang the bell, and fired the gun
A F#m
To worship the perfect and sometimes cruel
B D
Impartiality of the sun
A F#m N.C.
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