мне что теперь, каждая прослушанная песня будет об спн напоминать? это болезнь, не иначе.
только если до этого был канон, то теперь слэш, да еще нца.
Late Goodbye by Poets Of The FallIn our headlights,
Staring, bleak,
Beer cans, deer's eyes
On the asphalt underneath,
our crushed plans and my lies
Lonely street signs, powerlines,
they keep on flashing, flashing by
And we keep driving into the night
It's a late goodbye, such a late goodbye
And we keep driving into the night
It's a late goodbye
Your breath hot upon my cheeck,
and we crossed, that line
You made me strong when I was feeling weak,
And we crossed, that one time
Screaming stop signs, staring wild eyes,
keep on flashing, flashing by
And we keep driving into the night
It's a late goodbye, such a late goodbye
And we keep driving into the night
It's a late goodbye
The devil grins from ear to ear
when he sees the hand he's dealt us
Points at your flaming hair,
and then we're playing hide and seek
I can't breathe easy here,
less our trail's gone cold behind us
Till' in the john mirror you stare
at yourself grown old and weak
And we keep driving into the night
It's a late goodbye, such a late goodbye
And we keep driving into the night
It's a late goodbye... тьфу, тут даже выделять ничего не надо, через всю песню теммааа!