Flowers In The Concrete — текст песни (Tom Cochrane)

Tilting at windmills on a downtown street
O the big grey landscape has lost its sheep
She wears a tight smile as she`s walking the beat
Looking for a little fame
This ain`t no oliver twist - no mister brownlow here
She gathers enough spare change to get
Something to eat
She takes emeralds and ecstasy on a journey that`s
Miles and miles away from danger

She just wants to be happy now

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She`s living on the street
Flowers in the concrete
What a beautiful beat
Flowers in the concrete

Walking on lines of poetry
She`s a shakesperian tragedy
Between the beatniks the bums and the bohemians
There`s always somebody on the run
Trying to get away from that danger
She`s just trying to get away from
The stranger

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She dances on the pavement
Likes she`s the only one
Who`s a stranger

In a cloudburst she starts to cry
You have to do the weirdest things just to
stay alive
I`m going down to meet my fate at the
Jesus saves sign
Maybe get lucky- maybe find my smile yeah

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