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• Текст, перевод и аккорды “The Music”

• Baby, baby, don't be late The world is ending I can't change The way I feel about you now New York is cold as ever But still I go out every night And hide myself among the lights Bathe in all the pretty things the city brings The bodies glisten and they shine Like the stars we're born to die And like these roses we all will fade I'm counting the cars on the freeway below Lost in the music all the foolishness of our lives Speeding out of control Lost in the music in the music Baby, baby, please don't cry Wipe the guilt out from your eyes And leave your conscience on the bed There's no one innocent here In the mirror you'll find faith Plastic flowers never fade but we all turn to grey I'm counting the cars on the freeway below Lost in the music all the foolishness of our lives Speeding out of control Lost in the music in the music

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