Поезда дороги Всё уложиться в ленту и порвётся в груди Какая ты? Какой я? Любишь меня? Уходи! Это жизнь Всё пройдёт Этажи... Ты бежишь по ступеням вверх
Quoting creeds of correctness cast in cannons of care convoluted compassion commiserating despair pin a ribbon on my heart for the ones who've gone before
I’m not bad, I just sound that way. All the girls they like their presents, like their presents When boys wrap ‘em up in ribbons, ribbons, ribbons, Doesn
Tape loop, keeps on turning round, forever, Patience, love is coming 'round for your pleasure, Wait now, no use trying to push, there's no need, People
None of this has changed, when we all look the same. Addicted to the one that left you, we can't forget you. We colonized in war, predicting many more
You've got to You've got to You've got to You've got to Tape ain't gonna fix it Honey, it ain't gonna stick Tape ain't gonna fix it Honey, it ain't gonna
I'm lying on my back now The stars look all too near Flowers on the razor wire I know you're here We are few And far between I was thinking about her
– назад не ведут. На чужом берегу я прилив стерегу. Паруса обманув, ветер стих навсегда, Плоским зеркалом стала морская вода. Обернуться бы лентой
I'm not bad, I just sound that way All the girls they like their presents, like their presents When boys wrap 'em up in ribbons, ribbons, ribbons Doesn
Oh, so long befor this night I prayed That a star would guide you my way To share with me this special day Well, ribbon's in the sky for our love If
Down, down That's bringing me down Stars in the sky Seem to fall to the ground Time, time I'm chasing the time Stars in the sky Seem to be turning round
rubbber bands bouncing left to right up and down call my boi right now let em kno wats goin downn look at these rubber bands x4 bouncing left to right
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I'm comin' home, I've done my time Now I've got to know what is and isn't mine If you received my letter telling you I'd soon be free Then you'll know
Get your ribbons on, honey Get your ribbons on We're gonna stomp, honey, all night long I don't want your Rothschild ways I don't want to be brand spankin