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                        Текст (слова) песни: Magazine -  Rhythm of Cruelty
  I brought your face down on my head
  It was something I rehearsed in a dream
  Youre too good looking far your own damn good
  And you dont know what it could mean
  Youve got me dying of thirst in the meantime
  It even hurts when I scream
  Youve got me drowning and still in the meantime
  You dont know what it could mean
  Because in my drunken stupor
  Ive got to admire your ingenuity
  And nod my head so wisely
  To the rhythm of your cruelty
  Youre oh so anguished now
  Youve got me dying ...
  Because you want to have your price
  And something you could hold your faith up to
  I dont know how to tell you this
  But youve got it coming all the way to you
  You dont know ...
     
 
  
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