Текст John Lennon – Walking On Thin Ice

Walking on thin ice
I’m paying the price
For throwing the dice in the air
Why must we learn it the hard way

I gave you my knife
You gave me my life
Like a gush of wind in my hair
Why do we forget what’s been said
And play the game of life with our hearts?

I may cry someday
But the tears will dry whichever way
And when our hearts return to ashes
It’ll be just a story
It’ll be just a story

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«I knew a girl who tried to walk across the lake,
‘Course it was winter when all this was ice.
That’s a hell of a thing to do, you know.
They say the lake is as big as the ocean.
I wonder if she knew about it?»

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