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                        Текст (слова) песни: Magazine -  A Song from Under The Floorboards
  I am angry I am ill and Im as ugly as sin
  My irritability keeps me alive and kicking
  I know the meaning of life, it doesnt help me a bit
  I know beauty and I know a good thing when I see it
  This is a song from under the floorboards
  This is a song from where the wall is cracked
  My force of habit, I am an insect
  I have to confess Im proud as hell of that fact
  I know the highest and the best
  I accord them all due respect
  But the brightest jewel inside of me
  Glows with pleasure at my own stupidity
  This is a song ....
  I used to make phantoms I could later chase
  Images of all that could be desired
  Then I got tired of counting all of these blessings
  And then I just got tired
  This is a song ...
     
 
  
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