Deacon Blue. Hang Your Head. Zeneszám

There's no sleep inside
And their dreams are broke and inspired
All the times you try to scream

And blinds are pulled and closed
Houses dark indoors
Everything that needed change

And there's nothing wise
Or twice as good as nice
You save it all inside while you

Hang your head
Hang your head

And underneath it all
Your smile, your smile, your smile is flawed
And the songs you sing are only spoken

The promise of this child
You crossed your palms with silver crowns and the
People swore he?s only choking

There's no promises
No light is ever shed
Between the living and dead you

Hang your head
Hang your head

There's no promises
No light is ever shed
Between the living and dead you

Hang your head
Hang your head
Hang your head
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