Take him, John. Kill him after.
Now I know
I've got to run away
I've got to get away
You don't really want any love from me
To make things right
You need someone to hold you tight
And you think love is to play
Well I'm sorry I don't play that way
(c)

@музыка: Gloria Jones - Tainted Love

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