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Dawn's Highway

The Doors

Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind
Me and my ah mother and father and a
Grandmother and a grandfather were driving through

The desert, at dawn, and a truck load of indian
Workers had either hit another car, or just, I don't
Know what happened but there were indians scattered
All over the highway, bleeding to death

So the car pulls up and stops, that was the first time
I tasted fear, I musta' been about four
like a child is
Like a flower, his head is just floating in the
Breeze, man

The reaction I get now thinking about it, looking
Back, is that the souls of the ghosts of those dead
Indians, maybe one or two of 'em were just
Running around freaking out, and just leaped into my
Soul, and they're still in there

Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind
Blood in the streets in the town of new haven
Blood stains the roofs and the palm trees of venice
Blood in my love in the terrible summer

Bloody red Sun of phantastic L.A
Blood screams her brain as they chop off her fingers
Blood will be born in the birth if a nation
Blood is the rose of mysterious union
Blood on the rise, it's following me
Indian, indian what did you die for?
Indian says, nothing at all

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Compuesta por: Jim Morrison / John Densmore / Ray Manzarek / Robby Krieger. ¿Los datos están equivocados? Avísanos.


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