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|  | Текст (слова) песни: Frank Black -  Fiddle Riddle
 Once stood a man on my face
 
 Ooh yeah, on my face
 
 Gobbled him up cause my taste
 
 Leaves nothing to waste
 
 Hear the riddle that I say
 
 Hear the riddle that I say
 
 What is fair is fair
 
 That is fair and square
 
 To me
 
 Piano it marks the good pace
 
 Ooh yeah, the good pace
 
 Dont know if its right, but I like the bass
 
 So turn up the bass
 
 Hear the fiddles as they play
 
 Hear the fiddles as they play
 
 What is fair is fair
 
 And the guitar player
 
 No metal, no brick, was no trace
 
 Oh, no, was no trace
 
 But machines moved on and still chased
 
 No particular place
 
 Hear the riddle that I say
 
 Hear the riddle that I say
 
 What is fair is fair
 
 That is fair and square
 
 To me
 
 What is fair is fair
 
 That is fair and square
 
 To me
 
 
    
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