(23-01-2013 21:17)NoOneIsThere писал(а): Так это ж мой фокстрот, см. выше...
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Now I'm a seasick sailor
On a ship of noise
I got my maps all backwards
And my instincts poisoned
In a truth blown gutter
Full of wasted years
Like blown-out speakers
Ringin' in my ears