Денис Богачёв
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3 месяца назад
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Half past twelve
and I'm watchin' the late show
in my flat all alone
how I hate to spend
the evening on my own
autumn winds
blowin' outside the window
as I look around the room
and it makes me so
depressed to see the gloom
there's not a soul out there
no one to hear my prayer
Movie stars
find the end of the rainbow
with a fortune to win
it's so different from
the world I'm living in
tired of TV
I open the window
and I gaze into the night
but there's nothing there to see
no one in sight
there's not a soul out there
no one to hear my prayer