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Текст: Crowded House. Temple Of Low Men. Never Be The Same.

Don't stand around
Like friends at a funeral
Eyes to the ground
It could've been you

And why do you weep for the passin' of ages?
You slip with the back of your hand
You're taking it out on the one you love
I couldn't believe it

Then we might still survive
And rise up through the maze
If you could change your life
And never be the same

How long must I wait
For you to release me?
I pay for each mistake
While you suffer in silence

I could still have an easy life
But the lie ain't worth the living
Once more, will I hear you say?

That we might still survive
And rise up through the maze
If you could change your life
And never be the same, never be the same

Don't stand around
Like friends at a funeral
Eyes to the ground
Don't suffer in silence

'Cause we might still survive
And rise up through the maze
If you could change your life
And never be the same

(And every time I hear you)
Never be the same
(And every time I mess up)
Never be the same

Never be the same
Never be the same

And every time I hear you
And every time I mess up
Never be, never be, never be
Never be the same