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1. Bleak-face, blear-eyed.
Is she filly? This is a blatant lie.
It is my fault, it is my fault.
2. She's depressed, she blamed it on me.
She's cryin' when she see me
It is my fault. I think, I think
Things will come right.
Things will come right.
1. Bleak-face, blear-eyed.
Is she filly? This is a blatant lie.
It is my fault, it is my fault.
3. Her disolation
Is driving, is driving me seedy.
I wanna ask her forgiveness
But I don't know
How to do it.
© 8 ноября 1989 Горьковская обл. |
