Текст песни Magazine - Philadelphia
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Your clean-living, clear-eyedClever, level-headed brother saysHell put all the screwsUpon your newest loverBuddhas in the fireplaceThe truths in drugs from outer spaceMaybe its right to be nervous nowWho are these madmen!What do they want from me!With all of their straight-talk from their miseryEverythingd be just fineIf I had the right pastimeIdve been raskolnikovBut mother nature ripped me offIn philadelphiaIm sure that I felt healthierMaybe its right to be nervous nowI had liberty of movementBut Im so lazyIm so lazyIm just so lazyYoure just a big kidYoure not so big at thatYou never got the hang of itNow youre being looked atWhere have I seen you before!same place you saw me, I expectIve got a good face for memoriesIn philadelphiaIm sure that I felt healthierMaybe its right to be nervous now