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• Текст, перевод и аккорды “The Score”

• O I rented a motobike All night I had the fear For your word O the terrifying choice Was clear . . . clear So right the moon was out of sight His cool wife cut off an ear I heard the voices of oblivion cheer This time the pleasure's all mine I've got your number I know the score I'd be a hopeless romantic For the fortune I made in gold Hard bent toward the circus tent . . . Beckond me near His wild eyes O how terrifying choice was clear . . . clear This time the pleasure's all mine I've got your number I know the score I'd be a hopeless romantic For the fortune I made in gold His wild eyes I saw the faces for a million cheers This time the pleasure's all mine I've got your number I know the score I'd be a hopeless romantic For the fortune I made in gold

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