Текст и слова песни Blondie – Good boys never win
Satellites are falling down tonight
I see you far away
I'm floating into this inescapable bliss
Changing light, I know the symptoms of
I got myself to blame
I'm needing you, I just don't care anymore
Good boys never win
Good boys always fallow
Good boys never win
They all fall away and you remain
Fear of flight
I'm so afraid of heights
Why are you asking why
I'm walking but my feet are never touching the ground
Good boys never win
Good boys always fallow
Good boys never win
They all fall away and you remain
Eyes wide in the middle of the night
Got more money than a body got right
Riding on the L 'til the sun comes up again
You got me on your face
A big disgrace
Shakin' your feathers all over the place
You woke face down on St. Marks Avenue
What a pity for you
What a pity for you
Good boys
Good boys never win
Good boys always fallow
Good boys never win
They all fall away and you remain
Eyes wide in the middle of the night
Got more money than a body got right
Riding on the L 'til the sun comes up again
You got me on your face
A big disgrace
Shakin' your feathers all over the place
You woke face down on St. Marks Avenue
What a pity for you
What a pity for you
Good boys
What a pity for you
Good boys
I see you far away
I'm floating into this inescapable bliss
Changing light, I know the symptoms of
I got myself to blame
I'm needing you, I just don't care anymore
Good boys never win
Good boys always fallow
Good boys never win
They all fall away and you remain
Fear of flight
I'm so afraid of heights
Why are you asking why
I'm walking but my feet are never touching the ground
Good boys never win
Good boys always fallow
Good boys never win
They all fall away and you remain
Eyes wide in the middle of the night
Got more money than a body got right
Riding on the L 'til the sun comes up again
You got me on your face
A big disgrace
Shakin' your feathers all over the place
You woke face down on St. Marks Avenue
What a pity for you
What a pity for you
Good boys
Good boys never win
Good boys always fallow
Good boys never win
They all fall away and you remain
Eyes wide in the middle of the night
Got more money than a body got right
Riding on the L 'til the sun comes up again
You got me on your face
A big disgrace
Shakin' your feathers all over the place
You woke face down on St. Marks Avenue
What a pity for you
What a pity for you
Good boys
What a pity for you
Good boys
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