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Alba s touto skladbou:
Saturday Nights & Sunday Mornings,
I pull the bottom out of everything I do
Drop through the center of the world to visit you
Stare in the mirror I should open
I won't open my eyes
Jesus on the radio
Well I must've been something to see
I almost open my eyes but I don't
There goes everything
There goes everything
There goes everything
Tumbling down again all over me
I had a lover but my lover could not speak
I get these visions but my vision is very weak
Slip of the tongue and you can feel the whole thing slipping away
Oh God loves an absentee
Because he doesn't hurt nobody but me
He thinks that I'll forgive him
But I won't
There goes everything
There goes everything
There goes everything
Tumbling down again all over me
Oh always calling home
Through silent telephones
Cradled in shaking hands
The balance of me shifting
Jesus on the radio
Well it must've been something to see
Yeah you think that he'll forgive you
But he won't
There goes everything
There goes everything
There goes everything
Tumbling down again all over me
There goes everything
There goes everything
There goes everything
Tumbling down
Tumbling down
