Rufus Wainwright - Going to a Town Lyrics
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Going to a Town
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What Are The Lyrics For Going to a Town By Rufus Wainwright?
I'm going to a town that has already been burnt down
I'm going to a place that has already been disgraced I'm gonna see some folks who have already been let down I'm so tired of America I'm gonna make it up for all of The Sunday Times I'm gonna make it up for all of the nursery rhymes They never really seem to want to tell the truth I'm so tired of you, America Making my own way home Ain't gonna be alone I've got a life to lead, America I've got a life to lead Tell me, do you really think you go to hell for having loved? Tell me, enough of thinking everything that you've done is good I really need to know After soaking the body of Jesus Christ in blood I'm so tired of America I really need to know I may just never see you again, or might as well You took advantage of a world that loved you well I'm going to a town that has already been burnt down I'm so tired of you, America Making my own way home Ain't gonna be alone I've got a life to lead, America I've got a life to lead I got a soul to feed I got a dream to heed And that's all I need Making my own way home Ain't gonna be alone I'm going to a town That has already been burnt down |
Who Wrote Going to a Town By Rufus Wainwright?
Rufus Wainwright
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What's The Duration Of The Going to a Town By Rufus Wainwright?The duration of Going to a Town is 4:07 minutes and seconds. |
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