John Hiatt. Hanging Around The Observatory. Whistles In My Ears. Джон Hiatt. Навърта наоколо Обсерваторията. Свирки в ушите ми.
...heavens. I was a pigeon on the church. She breathed pure golden as she hid from the procession. I tumbled from my lowly perch. CHORUS: I guess whistles in my ears
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