Text Písně: Wailing Wall - The Cure

The holy city breathed
Like a dying man
It moved with hopeful tears
With the tears of the blind

And on and on as the night drew in
Through broken streets
That sucked me in
My feet were bare and cut with stones
With walking to the promised land

I pushed through crowds
Through seas of prayer
Through twisting hands and choking air
A vulture at the wailing wall
I circled

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The Cure - Give Me It
The Cure - Dressing Up
The Cure - The Catepillar
The Cure - Piggy In The Mirror
The Cure - The Empty World

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The Cure - Boys Don't Cry
The Cure - Why Can't I Be You
The Cure - Want
The Cure - A Man Inside My Mouth
The Cure - Baby Screams