— Па-адумаешь… какие мы чувствительные!

Только. Разве так правильно?… Все на вылет, чувства по касательной.

Ну было… и что? Прошло! Закончилось! Прощай, детка

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This is the end you know

Lady, the plans we had went all wrong

We ain't nothing but fight and shout and tears

We got to a point I can't stand

I've had it to the limit; I can't be your man

I ain't more than a minute away from walking

We can't cry the pain away

We can't find a need to stay

I slowly realized there's nothing on our side

Out of my life, Out of my mind

Out of the tears we can't deny

We need to swallow all our pride

And leave this mess behind

Out of my head, Out of my bed

Out of the dreams we had, they're bad

Tell them it's me who made you sad

Tell them the fairytale gone bad.