Текст песни Bern Dan - Monica
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I remember MonicaAt the US OpenShe mighta been 16Couldn`t`ve been much moreAnswering some questionsAnd giggling, I`d never seenSomeone so alive on TV beforeDo you remember MonicaShrieking on her backhandDisguising herself as she went out at nightColoring her hairLike someone was telling herLay low, invisible, and out of sightAnd then, MonicaThe blade came, MonicaLike God spitting on you, a knife in your backWe read it in the paperThen moved on to other thingsBut for you all the colors, fade to blackAnd oh, MonicaThere you are, MonicaOn the cross with Jesus and Martin Luther KingJust like John Lennon, by that hotelYou have to pay for our sinsWas it like being raped?Was it like being dead?Like a bad movie over and over again?And then, did everyone who came close to youSuddenly hold a knife in their hand?And now you`re back, MonicaGrim and hammeringTrying not to think about that thing, thenAnd I hope that you winEvery medal you can winBut it may never be much fun againAnd oh, MonicaThere you are, MonicaOn the cross with Jesus and Martin Luther KingJust like John Lennon, by that hotelYou have to pay for our sinsJust like Jesus, by that hotelYou will have to pay for our sins