Текст (слова) песни: Trash Can Sinatras - The Hairy Years
I lingered within earshot of the seaside souvenier shopfront (Itchy fingers sweating on a snoscene, little puppy eyes dart) A tiny world is ending, detective is descending (All the savings gone on bloody day one, little butterflies start) Here began my hairy years Set me down on a country lane myself Drinking myself lame Call, collect and gather me, take me intravenously Or I`ll just prowl the hills It`s hares and hunts, you scour the country We are not Jack and Jill Why do you tumble after me?
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