Текст (слова) песни: The The - Song Without An Ending
I like you... I think that you`re pretty good But I think that you think, that I... Well... that I`m a bit undercooked.
I`m lazy, I play silly jokes & go over the top. & one of these days it`s gonna get me killed, & that will be my lot!
I suppose I`d leave you alone, after a while, but I`ll lie in my bed, feeding my head, Until I become - fairly intelligent.
100,000 people today were burned. I felt a pang of concern, - what are we waitin` for - a message of hope. - from the... POPE! I think he got shot as well!!!!
When everyday of your life, seems the same - as the last, & you know who you`re gonna meet - & what they`re gonna ask then supposin` your legs just withered away & you had to somehow slide around on your backside - for the rest of your days. `Imagine`... that you`re happy now. It`s easy if you try - because we`re all caught up in a mortifying loop - LIFE.
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