Текст песни The Carpenters - Deadman`s Curve
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The street was desserted late Friday nightWe were buggin` each other while we sat out the lightWe both popped our clutch when the light turned greenYou should have heard the wine from my screamin` machineI flew past La Brea, down to Crescent HeightsAnd all the Jag could see were my six tail lightsHe passed me at Doheny and I started to swerveBut I pulled her out and there we were at Deadman`s CurveDeadman`s Curve is no place to playDeadman`s CurveWell, the last thing I remember Doc.I started to swerve, and then I saw the Jag slide into the curbI know I`ll never forget that horrible sightI found out for myself, that everyone was rightWon`t come back from Deadman`s CurveDeadman`s Curve is no place to playDeadman`s Curve you best keep awayDeadman`s Curve I can hear them sayWon`t come back from Deadman`s Curve