Из альбома: Goesaroundcomesaround

You can take the best of me
And never touch the worst of you
Take a dream and throw it all away
Roll yourself another world
Find yourself another girl
No money is the root of all evil

The sun comes shining through the rain
And i believe again
That something must be happening

I don't believe a word I hear
I don't believe a word I say
Trouble's here so I'll believe today
The simple truth is all I ask
While I'm walking on this glass
Wise man come and speak to me today

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