Текст песни David Bowie - Can`t Help Thinking About Me
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Question-time that says I brought dishonourMy head`s bowed in shameIt seems that I`ve blackened the family nameMother says that she can`t stand the neighbours talkingI`ve gotta pack my bags, leave this home, start walking, yeahI`m guiltyI wish that I was sorry this timeI wish that I could pay for my crimeI can`t help thinking about meI can`t help thinking about meI can`t help thinking about meRemember when we used to go to church on SundaysI lay awake at night, terrified of school on MondaysOh, but it`s too late nowI wish I was a child againI wish I felt secure againI can`t help thinking about meI can`t help thinking about meI can`t help thinking about meAs I pass a recreation groundI remember my friends, always been found and I can`tI can`t help thinking about meI can`t help thinking about meI can`t help thinking about meNow I leave them all in the never never landThe station seems so cold the ticket`s in my handMy girl calls my name Hi DaveDrop in, see around, come backIf you`re this way again"Oh, I`m on my ownI`ve got a long way to goI hope I make it on my ownI can`t help thinking about meI can`t help thinking about meI can`t help thinking about meI can`t help thinking about meI can`t help thinking about me