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Píseň: Sweet Talk

Interpret:
Killers, The
Album:
Sawdust
Lift me up on my honour
Take me over this spell
Get this weight of my shoulder
I carried it well
Loose these shackles of pressure
Shake me out of these chains
Lead me not to temptation


Hold my hand harder, ease my mind
Roll down the smokescreen and open the sky


Let me fly
Man, I need a release from this troublesome mind
Fix my feet when they're stumbling
And well, you know it hurts sometimes
You know, it's gonna bleed sometimes...


Dig me out from this thorn tree
Help me bury my shame
Keep my eyes from the fire
They can't handle the flame
Grace cut out from my brothers
When most of them fail
I carried it well...


Let me fly
Man, I need a release from this troublesome mind
Fix my feet when they're stumbling
I guess you know it hurts sometimes
You know, it's gonna bleed sometimes


Now hold on
I'm not looking for sweet talk
I'm looking for time
Time for towering sweet folk
Brother, 'cause it hurts sometimes
You know, it's gonna bleed sometimes
Hold on


You know, it's gonna hurt sometimes
When you call me "Hold on"...
Hold on...
Hold on...


I'm gonna climb that symphony home
And make it mine
Let his resonance light my way
See, all these pessimistic sufferers
Tend to drag me down 
So I could use it to shelter
What good I've found