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Вершы: The Style Council. A Casual Affair.

It's funny, how time seems to soften the blow
And only with time do I see at all
That the promises made were the start of the fall
The biggest mistake was to promise at all

Shout the odds, and what does it matter now?
That dreams are a passing cloud
Their place is taken with many more fools like us

The time that we had, we now have to repay
The sweet things we ate, now leave a bitter taste
Can you ever remember a night or a day
You ever regretted eating that way

Say, I'm wrong but inside you know I'm right
And useless to try and fight
They say, it was worth it but you know it never was

The hurt inside and all the wasted tears we've cried
Oh, the fun we had, all the good things just turned bad
Oh, the memories rearrange themselves to misery for me

Say, I'm wrong but inside you know I'm right
And useless to try and fight
They say it was worth it
But you know it never was

The hurt inside and all the wasted tears we've cried
Oh, the fun we had, all the good things just turned bad
Oh, the memories rearrange themselves to misery for me

A casual affair in a casual way
We don't go far living from day to day
It just is a laugh that we left unnamed
You came here with pride but they told you was changed

Shout the odds and what does it matter now?
That dreams are a passing cloud
Their place is taken with many more fools like us

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