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- Tom Waits
 
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- singer songwriter
 
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Tom Waits - Текст песни The One That Got Away
Well, the gigolo's jumpin' salty
 Ain't no trade out on the streets
 Half past the unlucky
 And the hawk's a front row seat
 Dressed in full orchestration
 Stage door Johnny's got to pay
 And sent him home
 Talking 'bout the one that got away
 Well, could've been on Easy Street
 Could've been a wheel
 With irons in the fire
 And all them business deals
 But the last of the big time losers
 Shouted before he drove away
 I'll be right back as soon as I crack
 The one that got away
 The ambulance drivers, they don't give a shit
 They just want to get off work
 And the short stop
 And the victim already gone berserk
 And the shroud tailor measures him
 For a deep six holiday
 The stiff is froze, the case is closed
 On the one that got away
 Now Jim Crow's directing traffic
 With them cemetery blues
 With them peculiar looking trousers
 Them old Italian shoes
 And a wooden kimono was all ready
 To drop in San Francisco Bay
 But he's mumbling something
 All about the one that got awayTom Waits - The One That Got Away - http://ru.motolyrics.com/tom-waits/the-one-that-got-away-lyrics.html
 Costello was the champion
At the St.Moritz Hotel
 And the best this side of Fairfax
 Reliable sources tell
 But his reputation is at large
 And he's at Ben Frank's every day
 Waiting for the one that got away
 He's got a snake skin sport shirt
 And he looks like Vincent Price
 With a little piece of chicken
 And he's carving off a slice
 But someone tipped her off
 She'll be doing a Houdini now any day
 She shook his hustle
 A Greyhound bus'll take the one that got away
 Andre is at the piano
 Behind the Ivar in the sewers
 With a buck a shot for pop tunes
 And a fin for guided tours
 He could've been in Casablanca
 He stood in line out there all day
 Now he's spilling whiskey
 And learning songs about a one that got away
 Well, I've lost my equilibrium
 And my car keys and my pride
 The tattoo parlor's warm
 And so I hustle there inside
 And the grinding of the buzz-saw
 "What you want that thing to say?"
 I says, "Just don't misspell her name
 Buddy, she's the one that got away"















