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один из самых фундаментально трогающих текстов, что только можно было написать для любого музыкального произведения. я в легкой дрожи от неизбывной попсовости исполнения - внешней - и ужасной непонятности далекости и близости внутренней формы, это вообще. за одни такие наводки можно влюбляться в людей и что угодно с ними делать, возводить кумиров и прочее, но как бы да и нет.

my body said that the love of a pretty girl
was the only thing in the
whole wide world that mattered
more than silver or gold
more than the prophets of the days of old

so I ran around this whole wide world
just trying to make some girl
pregnant cause my body told me
and who am I to argue with that
pretty pretty pretty pack of

lies, all those pretty lies
lies my body told me
lies all pretty lies
lies my body told me

when I saw you standing in the parking lot
with your cigarette... dangling
and your eyes like stoned out silhouettes
I felt like something way deep down inside
was strangling

lies, all those pretty lies
lies my body told me
lies all pretty lies
lies my body told me

then the bitter truth
finally hit on home
nothings good enough
unless it last forever
'not good enough to be loved
but loved only and alone
that little fatal error
bred into the marrow of my bone

so break me on your wheel of pain
let me suffer, let me suffer
siren scream your song in vain
scream on until your siren's call
falls empty on my broken heart-
c'mon sing all your lies again
c'mon and fill my ears with poison
scream on until my senses shatter
until the only sound still ringing in my deafened ears
are all those

lies my body told me