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Afghan Whigs What Jail Is Like

Well maybe But the shame you never lose Infatuated with a lunatic and cornered by the muse And it goes down every night This must be what jail is really like

Пераклад: Афганскія виги. Што турма Як.

Sit back and count your fingers What else is there to do? Oh honey i know how you feel I know you feel like you're through Sit back, count, count your

in darkness to hide our wrong You and me at the dark end of the street You and me I know time is gonna take its toll We have to pay for what we stole

Well maybe But the shame you never lose Infatuated with a lunatic and cornered by the muse And it goes down every night This must be what jail is really like