I`ve been waiting for a long time to get these stories out. Tell me yours and I will tell you mine.
When you're falling awake and you take stock of the new day,
and you hear your voice croak as you choke on what you need to say,
well, don't you fret, don't you fear,
I will give you good cheer.
Life's a long song.
Life's a long song.
Life's a long song.
If you wait then your plate I will fill.
As the verses unfold and your soul suffers the long day,
and the twelve o'clock gloom spins the room,
you struggle on your way.
Well, don't you sigh, don't you cry,
lick the dust from your eye.
Life's a long song.
Life's a long song.
Life's a long song.
We will meet in the sweet light of dawn.
As the Baker Street train spills your pain all over your new dress,
and the symphony sounds underground put you under duress,
well don't you squeal as the heel grinds you under the wheel.
Life's a long song.
Life's a long song.
Life's a long song.
But the tune ends too soon for us all.
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08.10.2007 в 19:32-
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08.10.2007 в 19:32-
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08.10.2007 в 22:47Разве что в словах, взятых без нот...
(не помешало бы саму пеню послушать, наверное, да?)
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09.10.2007 в 22:50Послушать не мешало бы... Ezra, неси болванку - запишу.
А с тобой, Саша, мы с тобой еще 28го числа наооообщааааемся
И Jethro Tull послушаем
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11.10.2007 в 13:31-
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11.10.2007 в 18:2228го вроде МКМ
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11.10.2007 в 22:35-
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12.10.2007 в 00:27