Текст песни THE DISAPPOINTED - BEAT CRUSADERS
All
shuffle
round
in
circles
Their
placards
look
the
same
With
a
picture
and
a
name
Of
the
ones
who
broke
their
hearts
All
congregate
at
my
house
Their
voices
sob
with
grief
That
they
want
to
be
chief
Of
the
tribe
with
broken
hearts
Once,
I
had
no
sympathy
For
those
destroyed
and
thrown
away
by
love
Seems,
your
ring
upon
my
finger
Signifies
that
I've
become
the
spokesman
of...
Will
bear
me
on
their
shoulders
To
a
secret
shadow
land
Where
a
sombre
marching
band
Plays
a
tune
for
broken
hearts
And
day
grows
darker
now
Everywhere,
everywhere
Are
coming
in
their
millions
They're
spilling
from
the
bus
At
a
monument
to
us
Made
of
bits
of
broken
heart
Are
growing
every
second
They
blot
the
sun
to
black
At
the
bottom
of
the
pack
I'm
the
king
of
broken
hearts
1 THE DISAPPOINTED
2 I CAN SEE CLEARLY NOW
3 NEW SONG
4 SKY HIGH
5 Imagine?
6 THERE SHE GOES
7 WE'RE ALL ALONE
8 INSTANT KARMA
9 DANCING QUEEN
10 希望の轍
11 AGAINST ALL ODDS
12 REALITY
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