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Reed Lou - Vicious Circle | Текст Иностранной Песни
You're caught in a vicious circle Surrounded by your so called friends You're caught in a vicious circle And it looks like it will never end 'Cause some
Reed Lou - My House | Текст Иностранной Песни
The image of the poet's in the breeze Canadian geese are flying above the trees A mist is hanging gently on the lake My house is very beautiful at night My friend and
Reed Lou - New York Telephone Conversation | Текст Иностранной Песни
I was sleeping, gently napping when I heard the phone Who is on the other end talking, am I even home ? Did you see what she did to him, did you hear what they said ? Just a New
Reed Lou - Xmas In February | Текст Иностранной Песни
Sam was lyin' in the jungle agent orange spread across the sky like marmalade Hendrix played on some foreign jukebox they were praying to be saved Those gooks were
Reed Lou - Baby Face | Текст Иностранной Песни
Jim, livin' with you'd not such fun You're not not the only one You don't have the looks You're not the person that you used to be And there are people
Reed Lou - Sister Ray | Текст Иностранной Песни
Sister Ray -White Light/White Heat Duck and Sally inside They're cooking for the down five Who're staring at Miss Rayon Who's busy licking up her big man
Reed Lou - It Wasn't Me | Текст Иностранной Песни
It wasn't me who shamed you, it's not fair to say that You wanted to work I gave you a chance at that It wasn't me who hurt you, that's more credit that I'm
Reed Lou - Pale Blue Eyes | Текст Иностранной Песни
Sometimes I feel so happy, Sometimes I feel so sad. Sometimes I feel so happy, But mostly you just make me mad. Baby, you just make me mad. Linger on, your pale blue
Reed Lou - Little Sister | Текст Иностранной Песни
You know it's hard for me I cannot use the phone In the shape of publicity No relationship is born I feel like a Hercules who's recently been shorn But I have
Reed Lou - Underneath The Bottle | Текст Иностранной Песни
Oooohh whee, look at me, looking for some sympathy It's the same old story, of a man and his search for glory And he found it, underneath the bottle Things are never good,
