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Текст песни Soft Boys - The Face Of Death

Soft Boys - The Face Of Death слова песни




The face of death is my best friendHe lurks behind my favourite ventAnd though we meet we never speakI`ve got a feeling he`s uniqueHe looks so crushed but he`s alrightHe eat his foodHe sleeps at nightHis leather jacket`s quite like mineI`m we two would get on fineBut some someday I`ll make him mineI`ll wear your faceI`ll come to teaMy place or yoursAnd then you`ll seeIt`s like walking through a mirrorHe tried to hardIt never came to anythingThey burn his nameThey threw him outCause he was wrongAnd left him trapped inside this song

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