Текст песни Bush - History
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gave my love 2 thousand yesterdaysnothing is wrong i am always a little lateprobably will probably won`tget this disease cut out of my throatall of a sudden you come my way baby believeri won`t be saved by morning afterstruggling my name slave turned to masterhistory moansmouth of our fatherhistory moansmouth of our fathermouth of our fatheredge of my bed benzedrine telephonestruggling to speak sicker than the sickest dogfalling faster than a liar`s grinwe need to be saved from the shit we`re ini believe in you i have found the perfect way to bring me downi won`t be saved by all your yesterdayspiss on my grave piss on the the underlayhistory moansmouth of our fatherhistory moansmouth of our fathermouth of our fathermouth of our fatherit`s the movement we`re after