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Surgeon - St. Vincent: текст песни id 6678146
I spent the summer on my back
Another attack
Stay in just to get along
Turn off the TV, wade in bed
A blue and a red
A little something to get along
Best, finest surgeon
Come cut me open
Best, finest surgeon
Come cut me open
Dressing, undressing for the wall
If mother calls
She knows well we don’t get along
I tell the mailman, «Never you mind
I’ll sift through the piles»
And for him to just get along
Best, finest surgeon
Come cut me open
Best, finest surgeon
Come cut me open
Best, finest surgeon
Come cut me open
Best, finest surgeon
Come cut me open
Best, finest surgeon
Come cut me open
Best, finest surgeon
Come cut me open
Best, finest surgeon
Come cut me open
Best, finest surgeon
Come cut me open
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