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Джордж Бой Джордж БойБританский певец и композитор

Fat Cat

Another song of Woe

Woe sounds like this

You say nothing's changed

Where were you when my world

Was spinning into masquerade

You claim it's just a question of mathematics

I shut the door on your amateur dramatics

Then you think too much

And you talk too much, vicariously

Yeah you think too much

And you talk too much

Every word is substance free

You're the dirt on my collar

You're the hole in my favourite shoe

You're the last dying breath of love

You're the weight that I need to lose

And you hurt yourself

You say I'm deranged

I'll admit to being strange

But I just can't stop loving you

If the light in your eyes

Addiction came as a surprise

Didn't think I'd be so into you

Then you think too much

And you talk too much

so carelessly

Yeah you think too much

And you talk too much

Every word is substance free

You're the dirt on my collar

You're the hole in my favourite shoe

You're the last sighing breath of love

You're the weight that I need to lose

You're the dirt on my collar

You're the hole in my favourite shoe

You're the last - last dying breath of love

You're the weight that I need to lose

Джордж Бой

Fat Cat / Джордж Бой

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