sitting on my bed just out of bath
and my head is wet
outside it's cold, and somewhat strange
i came back home quickest yet
next door a TV yells
of how fast this year passed
it's so much like last year
and all last year just like this i
spent alone alone alone..
seeking for subject of a new song
i can't sing about love
i can't sing about orchard groves
and if sing it means that i lie
i don't myself believe it is so
next door a TV yells
of how fast this year passed
it's so much like last year
and all last year just like this i
spent alone alone alone..
seeking for subject of a new song
Seeking for a subject of a new song
© Copyright: Лорд Брайтон, 2017
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