Текст песни Marty Willson-Piper - Soft Murder
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Softly softly I take you awayOver a hill to a place far awayAs soon as you knew you were going awayYou packed up a subtle green bagAnd skipped into a dreamSoftly softly I arrive with youI have no idea what to do with youSurrounded by people who stare at youYou unpacked your subtle green bagAnd fell into the pockets of the portersSoftly softly you`ve spoken to meSoftly softly you`ve found a waySoftly softly you`ve turned my bedInto a battleground of lustAh must you softly softlySoftly softly I comb my hairI turn around and you comb your hairEvery question sitting thereYou reached into your subtle green bagAnd brushed away the day