Текст песни Andrew Bird - Pulaski

Half empty, half full Cup runneth over Horns of plenty, coffers full We're starting over I write you a story But it loses its thread And all of my witnesses Keep turning up, turning up dead I paint you a picture Of Pulaski at night Greetings from Chicago City of, city of light Come back to Chicago I paint you a picture But it never looks right Cause I fill in the shadows And block out the, block out the light I send you this postcard It says, "Pulaski at night" Greetings from Chicago City of, city of light Come back to Chicago City of, city of light Come back to Chicago Half empty, half full Cup runneth over
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