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• Текст, перевод и аккорды “Son”

• Oh, I feel sympathy. be grateful my son for what you get. Expression and passion. ten days for watching the sunset; When I was your age amusement we made for ourselves. ``permission to breathe sir, dont talk like that, Im your old man. Theyll soon be demobbed son, so join up as soon as you can. You cant borrow that `cos thats for the races and doesnt grow on trees. I only feel what touches me And feel in touching I can see A better state to be in. Who has the right To question what I might do, In feeling I should touch the real And only things I feel. Its advice and its nice to know when youre best advised. Youve only turned thirty, so son, youd better apologize. And when you grow up, if youre good We will buy you a bike.

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