Текст песни Harold T. Wilkins - В поисках сюжета

I'm sitting in a bed, fresh from the bathroom,
with a wet head.
It's frosty on the street, and early, oddly enough,
I came home.

Behind the wall the TV set yells,
How quickly this year flew by
He looks so much like last year
I'm in the past just the same
Sat alone, alone, alone ...
in search of a plot for a new song.

I don't know how to sing about love
I don't know how to sing about flowers
And if I sing, then I am a lie ...
I do not believe myself that everything is so.

Behind the wall the TV set yells,
How quickly this year flew by
He looks so much like last year
And in the past, exactly the same
Sat alone, alone, alone ...
in search of a plot for a new song

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