Текст песни Green Monkeys

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In a distant street a distant beat repeats machine gun like
In a forest grows a sweet fruit filled with poison
In a clear blue sky a plane bursts into flames high above us
In an office blind machines blink out data in a rush

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Whatever they say they say it isn't true what they sayGraham Parker - Green Monkeys - http://ru.motolyrics.com/graham-parker/green-monkeys-lyrics.html
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It didn't come from the gays the blacks the haitians or the whores or

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Green monkeys ya ya ya yah or green monkeys ya ya ya yah

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