Человек без селезенки - "Мне сорок семь лет; если, положим, я проживу до шестидесяти, то мне остается еще тринадцать. Долго!" (Uncle Vanja) | Текст песни

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• "Мне сорок семь лет; если, положим, я проживу до шестидесяти, то мне остается еще тринадцать. Долго!" (Uncle Vanja)

I'm sentimental
So I walk in the rain
I've got some habits
Even I can't explain
I go to the corner
And I end up in Spain
Why try to change me now

I sit and daydream
I've got daydreams galore
Cigarette ashes
There they go on the floor
Go away weekends
Leave my keys in the door
Why try to change me now

Why can't I be more conventional
People talk
And they stare
So I try
But that can't be
Cuz I can't see
My strange little world
Go passing me by

Let people wonder
Let 'em laugh
Let 'em frown
You know I'll love you
Till the moon's upside down
Don't you remember
I was always your clown
Why try to change me now

Why can't I be more conventional
People talk
And they stare
So I try
But that can't be
Because I can't see
My strange little world
Just go passing me by

So let people wonder
Let 'em laugh
Let 'em frown
You know I'll love you
Till the moon's upside down
Don't you remember
I was always your clown
So why try to change me now
Why would you want to change me
Why try to change me now

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