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Текст и слова песни they might be giants – Nothing's Gonna Change My Clothes

All the people are so happy now, their heads are caving in
I"m glad they are a snowman with protective rubber skin
But every little thing"s a domino that falls on different dots
And crashes into everything that tries to make it stop

And the mirror, it reflects a tiny dancing skeleton
Surrounded by a fleshy overcoat and swaddled in
A furry hat, elastic mask, a pair of shiny marble dice
Some people call them snake-eyes, but to me they look like mice

And nothing"s smelling like a rose
But I don"t care if no one"s coming up for air
I know nothing"s gonna change my clothes ever anymore

All the people are so happy now, their heads are caving in
I"m glad they are a snowman with protective rubber skin
But every little thing"s a domino that falls on different dots
And crashes into everything that tries to make it stop

And nothing"s smelling like a rose
But I don"t care if no one"s coming up for air
I know nothing"s gonna change my clothes ever anymore

No, no, no, no
Nothing"s smelling like a rose
But I don"t care if no one"s coming up for air

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