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Текст: Mott The Hoople. Black Hills.

You could never know just how sad I feel
'Cause I've been down so long and I don't know
Where to come

Looking out the back door
To the empty hills beyond over there
There's something I don't understand

Yeah, you can make what you like of it
But I don't want to be a part of it anymore