103. King Crimson - Matte Kudasai | Текст песни

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• 103. King Crimson
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Still, by the window pane,
Pain, like the rain that s falling.
She waits in the air,
Matte Kudasai.
She sleeps in a chair
In her sad America.

When, when was the night so long,
Long, like the notes I'm sending.
She waits in the air,
Matte Kudasai.
She sleeps in a chair
In her sad America.

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