The Daily Winding Road (Sheryl Crow)

Language: Russian

Nothing to say. How's everybody doing? Are you ready to rock? Anybody? Let's bump up the ends of this amusement!

-Jessi

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I hitched this ride with the repairman of on-sale automatons,
he says this road never went downward more than twice.
He was high on intellectualism;
I am not there (but the gallop of the views of the glorious pamphlet inside
prevented us). It goes, lay back, it delights in exhibition.
It gets each high, it gets each low,
these will be those days when nothing goes.

The daily winding road,
in which I get somewhat closer,
The daily bleached sign.
I get a little closer to the penalty of feeling.

He has a daughter who causes Easter;
she was brought on Tuesday night
I was really interested in why I feel so entirely one,
why I will be a stranger in my own life's gallop.
Inside, I prevent us
from lying back, delight in each exhibition.
It gets high, each gets me low,
these will be days when nothing goes

The daily winding road,
in which I get somewhat closer,
The daily bleached sign.
I get a little closer to the penalty of feeling.

I floated in seas of anarchy,
my veins on the coffee and nicotine.
I am interested if all things, which I saw were always real,
were it, then had they always actually occurred?