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Текст (слова) песни: Pixies - The Holiday SongWell sit right down my wicked son
And let me tell you a story
About the boy who fell from glory
And how he was a wicked son
This ain`t no holiday
But it always turns out this way
Here I am with my hand
He took his sister from his head
And then painted her on the sheets
And then rolled her up in grass and trees
And they kissed `till they were dead
This ain`t no holiday
But it always turns out this way
Here I am, with my hand
Well sit right down my evil son
And let me tell you a story
About the boy who fell from glory
And how he was a wicked son
This ain`t no holiday
But it always turns out this way
Here I am, with my hand
This ain`t no holiday
But it always turns out this way
Here I am, with my hand
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