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Текст песни Sundays - joy

Sundays - joy слова песни


the Lone Ranger sold his wardrobe
the Lone Ranger sold his bad dog
well you saw him and you could hardly know
cos times change.... I know
some days he`s more than humble
on some days he`s cold and mad, mad as hell
well you saw him and you can hardly know
it`s so strange.... and well I, I know
those lakes of golden water
those lakes of gold are all running out
well you saw him and you could hardly know
it`s so strange... and well I, I know

joy, joy, joy
work, work, work harder
sure as the hours
joy, joy, joy
work, work, work harder
you say

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