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Kit I

With a headless center-forward, And a goal-keeper with no arms, And a face like his. And he'd managed to get hold of A Dukla-Prague Away Kit, His uncle

I grow up, I want to live near the sea Crab claws and bottles of rum That?s what i?ll have staring at the seashell Waiting for it to embrace me I put

if I care Blow up the world, leave us to burn Make it a mess, I couldn't care less Blow up the world See if I care I forgot to say The world might end

Ключ тебе верну И двери не открыться. Мне в свою страну. Ты знаешь, я пришел проститься, проститься. Это только дым и в нем нам не укрыться. Пачка на

There's a boy with his head pressed up to the window Of a bus headed out of town His breath on the glass, he draws with his finger Map of the roads they

You say hop and I'll hop You say stop and I'll stop You say come and I come Oh, anything you say I'm like a hunk of clay I'm just like putty, putty in

Here in the depths of the whale / Therein the hopes of the unsaved Drunk on the aqua vital / Fallen in vessels, broken in seas And my hands are as tight

God sent Jonah down to Ninevah land To preach the gospel to the wicked men And to repent his wicked ways I'm gonna overthrow the city in forty daysA

's why I have this blues I do believe one day He will finally turn me loose Now if I live I pray, I don't get killed I do believe one day I will cross