歌詞: Wilco. Jesus, Etc..
Jesus, don't cry
You can rely on me honey
You can combine anything You want
I'll be around
You were right about the stars
Each one is a setting sun
Tall buildings shake
Voices escape singing sad sad songs
Tuned to chords strung down Your cheeks
Bitter melodies turning Your orbit around
Don't cry
You can rely on me honey
You can come by any time You want
I'll be around
You were right about the stars
Each one is a setting sun
Tall buildings shake
Voices escape singing sad sad songs
Tuned to chords strung down Your cheeks
Bitter melodies turning Your orbit around
Voices whine, skyscrapers are scraping
Your gravelly voice is smoking last cigarettes
Are all You can get, turning Your orbit around
Our love, our love
Our love is all we have
Our love
Our love is all of God's money
Everyone is a burning sun
Tall buildings shake
Voices escape singing sad sad songs
Tuned to chords strung down Your cheeks
Bitter melodies turning Your orbit around
Voices whine, skyscrapers are scraping
Your gravelly voice is smoking
Last cigarettes are all You can get
Turning Your orbit around
Last cigarettes are all You can get
Turning Your orbit around
Last cigarettes are all You can get
Turning Your orbit around
You can rely on me honey
You can combine anything You want
I'll be around
You were right about the stars
Each one is a setting sun
Tall buildings shake
Voices escape singing sad sad songs
Tuned to chords strung down Your cheeks
Bitter melodies turning Your orbit around
Don't cry
You can rely on me honey
You can come by any time You want
I'll be around
You were right about the stars
Each one is a setting sun
Tall buildings shake
Voices escape singing sad sad songs
Tuned to chords strung down Your cheeks
Bitter melodies turning Your orbit around
Voices whine, skyscrapers are scraping
Your gravelly voice is smoking last cigarettes
Are all You can get, turning Your orbit around
Our love, our love
Our love is all we have
Our love
Our love is all of God's money
Everyone is a burning sun
Tall buildings shake
Voices escape singing sad sad songs
Tuned to chords strung down Your cheeks
Bitter melodies turning Your orbit around
Voices whine, skyscrapers are scraping
Your gravelly voice is smoking
Last cigarettes are all You can get
Turning Your orbit around
Last cigarettes are all You can get
Turning Your orbit around
Last cigarettes are all You can get
Turning Your orbit around
Wilco
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