Красота — предсказуема. Злость — обоснована .©
‘Cause you didn't stop to look ‘round,
You were gone before I hit the ground.
You went on your way
And no prayer was said,
Ah, you left me for dead!
‘Cause you didn't cover my face,
I didn't merit a communal grave,
You set me aside
And no tears were shed.
Ah, You left me for dead!
You were gone before I hit the ground.
You went on your way
And no prayer was said,
Ah, you left me for dead!
‘Cause you didn't cover my face,
I didn't merit a communal grave,
You set me aside
And no tears were shed.
Ah, You left me for dead!