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| Аквариум - Radio London |
Up In Smoke   |
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D Hm A D
Book of love in front of me
G D A
Tries to bite my chin;
D Hm A D
Angel right behind my shoulder
G D A
Waits to do me in;
Hm G
I wish I had a heart
Hm A
To walk me like a dog -
D A G D
But life's a sweet thing,
G D
Going up in smoke.
Used to be a passenger,
Now they take me as their own;
Used to be a fisher-king
But now my cross is gone.
I wish I had some faith,
But all I do is talk -
And life's a sweet thing,
Going up in smoke.
We could be engineers,
We could drive a coach;
Could be real New Age
With positive approach.
I wish I still could laugh,
I wish it was a joke -
But life's a sweet thing,
Going up in smoke. |
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