Текст песни On Every Street, Dire Straits
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you gotta be on somebody s books the lowdown - a picture of your face your injured looks the sacred and profane the pleasure and the pain somewhere your fingerprints remain concrete and it s your face I m looking for on every street a ladykiller - regulation tattoo silver spurs on his heels says - what can I tell you as I m standing next to you she threw herself under my wheels oh it s a dangerous road and a hazardous load and the fireworks over liberty expode in the heat and it s your face I m looking for on every street a three-chord symphony crashes into space the moon is hanging upside down I don t know why it is I m still on the case it s a ravenous town and you still refuse to be traced seems to me such a waste and every victory has a taste that s bittersweet and it s your face I m looking for on every street |