Текст песни Harold T. Wilkins - В поисках сюжета

I'm sitting in the bed, just from the bathroom,
with a wet head.
It’s freezing, and it’s too early, no matter how strange,
I came home.

Behind the wall the TV is yelling
How quickly this year flew by
He looks so much like last year,
I'm in the past exactly the same
Sat alone, alone, alone ...
in search of a plot for a new song.

I can't sing about love
I can't sing about flowers
And if I sing, then I vpy ...
I do not believe myself that everything is so.

Behind the wall the TV is yelling
How quickly this year flew by
He looks so much like last year,
And in the past, exactly the same
Sat alone, alone, alone ...
in search of a plot for a new song

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