Текст песни: Trash Can Sinatras - The Best Man`s Fall
Could I interest you in a little something special
Pay the earth but if you have no money
Your attention`ll do
And if you don`t give a damn
You`re welcome to keep it
It`s a hard road when you know where you`re going
And it`s harder when you know where you`re not
So I`ll stamp my clay feet till the staggering stops
But good God give me strength to face another lazy day of
"If I was a millionaire I`d be a million miles from here"
Hands of the clock give me a round of applause
For getting out of bed and the scars of the night before
Have turned into scabs and still I`m seeing double
And I`m looking twice my age
It`s getting to the stage where
I`m old, not wise, just worried
And stories of rags to riches leave me in stitches
And with a thread that`s hard to follow
You came into my life like a brick through a window
And I cracked a smile
Who remembers the good old games
That seemed to fill our days
Like a kiss, cuddle and torture and
I-spy, SPIT in your eye
Those around me who came up trumps
Would always get down on their knees to brag
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Could I interest you in a little something special
Pay the earth but if you have no money
Your attention`ll do
And if you don`t give a damn
You`re welcome to keep it
It`s a hard road when you know where you`re going
And it`s harder when you know where you`re not
So I`ll stamp my clay feet till the staggering stops
But good God give me strength to face another lazy day of
"If I was a millionaire I`d be a million miles from here"
Hands of the clock give me a round of applause
For getting out of bed and the scars of the night before
Have turned into scabs and still I`m seeing double
And I`m looking twice my age
It`s getting to the stage where
I`m old, not wise, just worried
And stories of rags to riches leave me in stitches
And with a thread that`s hard to follow
You came into my life like a brick through a window
And I cracked a smile
Who remembers the good old games
That seemed to fill our days
Like a kiss, cuddle and torture and
I-spy, SPIT in your eye
Those around me who came up trumps
Would always get down on their knees to brag
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