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    Roy Harper Next to me текст песни

    Next to me

    I lost the only reason that I ever had
    I did it crazy by myself
    I’ve always been that mad
    I needed someone by me
    To share the madness with
    To help me through the growing pain
    See me through the myth
    I thought I’d found the goddess
    I never was so sure
    But she, as fickle as the wind
    On the springtime heather moor
    Cavorted on her whim of change
    And with her laughter loud
    Cursed my good and howled my wrong
    And left me in my cloud

    I lie in awful silence
    Pierced by passing seconds
    Every one so long
    And full of you
    And why

    I wake in dreadful hours
    Frightened by each turning
    Feeling that quite soon
    I should give up and die

    Of you, of you but stay alive
    To walk the echoing
    The feeling that it was
    Or maybe not
    A wretched lie

    The silence of the night is pierced
    By owls and thieves
    Sudden gusts of wind
    Rustling my leaves
    Loud explosions in the still
    Born thoughts of old
    Please don’t leave your bed for long
    It’s next to me and cold



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