Planet of Dreams — текст песни (David Bowie)

Nothing on smoke today

Nothing dies on the wing

Wings been losing time

An anarchy born in pain

Pain that comes and goes

It goes against all you see

You see I got gables eyes

And eisenhower blames the poor

The poor huddled on the curb

Gotta get back in shape



Were backing up a major plan

Were treading on ? ? ? ? lights

Were walking under golden sun

Were living in a planet of dreams

Were living in a planet of dreams

Were living in a planet of dreams

Were living in a planet of dreams

Were living in a planet of dreams

Were living in a planet



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