Well oh they might wear classic Reeboks
Or knackered Converse
Or tracky bottoms tucked in socks
But all of that's what the point is not
The point's that there isn't no romance around there
And there's the truth that they can't see
They'd probably like to throw a перфоратор, удар, пунш at me
And if Ты could only see them, then Ты would agree
Agree that there isn't no romance around there
You know, oh it's a funny thing Ты know
We'll tell them if Ты like
We'll tell them all tonight
They'll never listen
Cause their minds are made up
And course it's all okay to carry on that way
Over there there's broken bones
There's only...
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