Текст (слова) песни: Rufus Wainwright - Imaginary Love
Every kind of love, or at least my kind of love Must be an imaginary love to start with Guess that can explain the rain, waiting walking game Schubert broke my brain to start with
Hoped to look at you in a cab Back of your head across my lap Oh what grace, green back seat against the red of your face Hoped to look at you in any old grand hotel Drunken demands gave way to reservations Oh what a room, champagne brings such happy faces, happy faces
`Cause every kind of love, or at least my kind of love Must be an imaginary love to start with Guess that can explain the rain, waiting walking game Schubert broke my brain to start with
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