Четверг, 09 Февраля 2006 г. 19:15
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White-grey sky is hanged over the city,
Implored to die, it wasn’t taught to pity…
Wet cold wind, piercing my soul,
Making give in, making me fall…
Chorus:
And I’m lied to –
They’ll never tell me truth.
And I’m lied to –
Why won’t they ever do?
And I’m lied to –
It’s hard to live with lies.
And I’m lied to,
(But a) self respecting never cries.
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