Born perfect, born different, born better than your best
Тоска, печаль, мучения, надрыв.
мой внутренний стереотипный Бальзак умиляется...Your hand on his arm Haystack charm around your neck Strung out and thin Calling some friend, trying to cash some check He's acting dumb That's what you've come to expect Needle in the hay Needle in the hay Needle in the hay Needle in the hay
He's wearing your clothes Head down to toes, a reaction to you You say you know what he did But you idiot kid, you don't have a clue Sometimes they just get caught in the eye, you're pulling him through Needle in the hay Needle in the hay Needle in the hay Needle in the hay
Now on the bus Nearly touching this dirty retreat Falling out 6th and Зowell, dead sweat in my teeth Gonna walk walk walk Four more blocks, plus the one in my brain Down downstairs to the man, he's gonna make it all okay
I can't be myself I can't be myself And I don't want to talk I'm taking the cure So I can be quiet whenever I want So leave me alone You ought to be proud that I'm getting good marks...
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