سهشنبه، 9 سپتامبر 2003
I’m just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
Because I’m easy come, easy go
A little high, little low
Anyway the wind blows, doesn’t really matter to me
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If I’m not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters
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Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me,for me,for me
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So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye
So you think you can love me and leave me to die…
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