28 lines
660 B
Plaintext
28 lines
660 B
Plaintext
commissioners
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Commissioners, the commissioners are young,
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Commissioners in black leather toujours,
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Near Madrid in Spain have met,
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You're under Kursk tanks burned alive.
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Chorus.
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Sing, sing, and now, in the sixties,
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About these guys.
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Commissioners, you died in the dungeons,
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Only you were immortal, like the truth.
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Lies and glory - all bear a on your shoulders.
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You broke, and just did not break.
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Chorus.
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Do not turn off the flame five-pointed stars.
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Commissioners, you sleepless like a conscience.
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No wonder you invisibly around us,
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Commissioners in the black leather jacket.
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Sing, sing, and now, in the sixties,
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About these guys.
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Sing, guys.
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Sing, guys. |