Teksty: they might be giants. 32 Footsteps.

32 footsteps leading to the room where the paint doesnt want to dry

32 footsteps running down the road where the dirt reaches the sky

32 feathers in my brand-new indian headdress

32 new moons shining in 32 skies

Whats the reason, whyd she go

Wheres my baby, I dont know

32 footsteps, counted them myself, 32 footsteps

Bing bang bingalong, cing cang cingalong, ding dang dingalong day

Fing fang fingalong, ging gang gingalong, hing hang hingalong hay

Jing jang jingalong, king kang kingalong, ling lang lingalong lay

Ming mang mingalong, ning nang ningalong, ping pang pingalong pay

Whats the reason, whyd she go

Wheres my baby, I dont know

32 footsteps, counted them myself, 32 footsteps

32 lies my ears never saw when the floorboards gave way

32 walls come tumbling down and the night turns to day

32 infantrymen running in place

32 boxcars, all of them have your face

Whats the reason, whyd she leave

Dont you know were on the eve of

32 footsteps, counted them myself, 32 footsteps

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(no) 30

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