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    Don Henley Damn It, Rose текст песни

    Damn It, Rose

    (Don Henley/Stan Lynch)

    Maybe just a good night’s sleep
    Would have changed your troubled mind
    From that rather permanent decision
    So tragic, so unkind
    Now, pain is what you’ve given
    And sleep is what you’ll get
    So far away from that sweet baby child
    Who hardly knew you yet

    Now he’ll grow up to be a fighter
    Full of anger, full of shame
    Like all the other haunted children
    Who wonder why they came
    And he’ll be in and out of trouble
    Until he stands up or he falls
    But there will always be a shadow there
    No matter how it goes
    Damn it, Rose

    Is this another cryptic message
    Or some kind of cosmic quiz
    If there’s a lesson to be learned from this
    Well, I don’t know what it is

    You could have given us the finger
    Much more constructively than that
    Now I sit here with the MTV
    And your bloated, Burmese cat
    We’re being treated to the wisdom
    Of some puffed up little fart
    Doing exactly what I used to do—
    Pretentions to anarchy and art
    He speaks the language of a warrior
    He mounts his misinformed attack
    He wears the clothes of a dissenter
    But there’s a logo on his back
    And it’s a hollow rebellion
    As rebellions mostly are
    It’s just another raging tempest in a jar



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