دانلود آهنگ Third Week In The Chelsea از Jefferson Airplane

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Sometimes I feel like i am leaving life behindMy hands are moving faster than the movement of my mindThoughts and generations of my dreams are yet unbornI hope that I will find them 'fore my moving gets too wornIf only I could live to see the dawning of the dawnSo we go on moving trying to make this image realStraining every nerve not knowing what we really feelStraining every nerve ending and everybody seesThat what they read in the Rolling Stone has really come to beAnd trying to avoid a taste of that realityOn an early New York mornin' a mirror in the hallShowed to me a face I didn't know at allLines were drawn around a pair of eyes that opened wideWhen I looked into the mouth there was nothing left insideSo I walked into the little room and whistled like a sigh

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