It breaks my heart to leave you far behind it breaks me up to leave so suddenly knowing we might never meet again It hurts so much to lose another friend
I pack my suit in a bag I'm all dressed up for Prague I'm all dressed up with you All dressed up for him too Prepare myself for a war Before I even open
When the whale get strike and the line runs out And the whale makes a flounder with its tail And the boat capsized and I lost my darlin' man No more,
I'm the kid who ran away with the circus Now I'm watering elephants But I sometimes lie awake in the sawdust Dreaming I'm in a suit of light Late at
He cut her in half with a shiny steel saw He put her all back together and I was in awe As rabbits and doves and bandannas appeared And he pulled a quarter
Run-down church, red clay River covered in a smoky haze Sunday morning, the fires out Sunday morning, no one about The earth is soft, this time of year
I'm a little boy with glasses, the one they call the geek A little girl who never smiles 'Cause I have got braces on my teeth And I know how it feels
Some walls are made of stone Sometimes we build our own Some walls stand for years And some wash away with tears Some walls Some walls Some walls are
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done And golden turned his face Under torches and death runes Like all glories short For those who stand too tall In black, in Prague Death in Prague
Prague, my love", she said ?See you in Prague, in the bed And then we?ll disappear into the fog ?See you in Prague ", she said ?See you in Prague, in
Saint Teresa the Sacred parted us in 1783 Her body was found incorrupt with no sign of decay Saint Frances Xavier got dug up in 1975 All the priests were
palmed off With a headless center-forward, And a goal-keeper with no arms, And a face like his. And he'd managed to get hold of A Dukla-Prague Away Kit
(originally by Mega City Four) It breaks my heart to leave you far behind and it breaks me up to leave so suddenly knowing we might never meet again
be done And golden turned his face Under torches and death runes Like all glories short For those who stand too tall In black, in Prague Death in Prague
I pack my suit in a bag i'm all dressed up for prague i'm all dressed up with you all dressed up for him too prepare myself for a war before i even open
Zde Praha, ceskoslovenske zahranicni vysilani
Unde Praha, Cheskoslovenske Zahranichne Rysivanie
