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Paul Weller
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Bullrush
BULL-RUSH - Paul Weller
In a momentary lapse of my condition That sent me tumbling down into a deep dispair Lost and dazed so I had no real recollection Until the rain cleared the air
Whe you wake to find that everything has left you And the clothes you wear belong to someone else See your shadow chasing off towards the shore line Drifting into emptiness
There's a bullrushes outside my window And their leaves whisper words in the breeze Well, tomorrow I'll walk to the harbour Catch the first boat that's coming in
Like a child to small to reach the front door handle Or maybe just to scared to know what I would find Now I feel I'm strong enough to take the slow ride Not knowing when I will arrive
I do believe I'm going home 'Cause I don't call this place my own I'm missing what I had Happy times and sad More than I ever thought could be
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Lyricist:Paul John Weller
In a momentary lapse of my condition Sent me tumbling down into a deep despair Lost and dazed so I had no real recollection Until the rain cleared the air
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com When you wake to find that everything has left you And the clothes you wear belong to someone else See your shadow chasing off towards the shore line Drifting into emptiness
There are bull-rushes outside my window And their leaves whisper words in the breeze Well, tomorrow I'll walk to the harbor Catch the first boat that's coming in I'll catch the first boat that's coming in
Like a child too small to reach the front door handle Maybe just too scared to know what I would find Now I feel I'm strong enough to take the slow ride Not knowing when I will arrive
Hey, there are bull-rushes outside my window And their leaves whisper words in the breeze And tomorrow I'll walk to the harbor Catch the first boat that's coming in I'll catch the first boat that's coming in
I do believe I'm going home 'Cause I don't call this place my own I'm missing what I had, happy times and sad More than I ever thought could be
Not knowing when I will arrive Hey, there are bull-rushes outside my window And their leaves whisper words in the breeze Well, tomorrow I'll walk to the harbor Catch the first boat that's coming in I'll catch the first boat that's coming in
I'll catch the first boat that's coming in First boat that's coming in, first boat that's coming in First boat that's coming in
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