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Текст (слова) песни: Seven Mary Three - Lame
Theres a tall, a mulatto, boy I know
And he comes to every party -- he stands alone
Viewing them the rest, from the corner of his glance
It gets so clear, hes not judging anyone
The way his arms float around his cage, hes caged
Canary sings, silently rings, his voice to rage
The way they stop and stare, the way they turn their heads
Its enough to make him want to run away
But he stays he stands his ground
And Im so lame
The way I condescend without ever knowing his name
He keeps it in a box, hangs it from his ear
Looks at everyone without the slightest fear
Its making me so ashamed
Slender body, slip through his glance
I dont give him a single chance
The way hes rocking back and forth
Makes a buzzing in my ear
Constantly reminding me that I never stop to hear
Him say hello, hello
And Im so lame
Like a moth bumping off his godless flame
I cannot condescend or even apprehend, what comes over me
When I see his shameless face
So rage, please rage, against me
Beat me down, beat me down, forgive me
For what Ive done, Im so lame, Im so lame, Im so lame
So lame, so lame, so lame
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