Say, say, said I remember when we used to sit In a government yard in Trenchtown Obba, obba, serving the hypocrites As the would mingle with the good people we meet Good friends we have, oh, good friends we've lost Along the way
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deadmoon Krzysiu, nie smutaj, proszę Cię.
Jakby co to zawsze jestem do usług, jakbyś chciał pogadać. :)