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• Текст, перевод и аккорды “Every Picture Tells a Story”

• Spent some time feelin inferior Standin in front of my mirror Combed my hair in a thousand ways But I came out lookin just the same Daddy said "son you better see the world I wouldnt blame you if you wanted to leave. But remember one thing dont lose your head To a woman thatll spend your bread" So I got out Paris was a place you could hide away If you thought you didnt fit in French police wouldnt give me no peace, Just claimed I was a nasty person Down along the left bank, minding my own, Was knocked down by a human stampede Got arrested for inciting a peaceful riot When all I wanted was a cup of tea I was accused Down in rome I wasnt getting enought Of the things that keep a young man alive My body stunk but I kept my funk at a time

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