Песня: The Malcontent I hear the ringing of the telephone No one's home, none of you can reach me I'm alone and I feel fine
There's nothing anyone can sell to me Nothing new, none of you can teach me But I'm sure that you will try
I'm tired of living in the modern world With pretty boys and plastic girls Broken hearts and vanity's the disease
I hear my music on the radio What's that song, from long ago they're still playing Is it saying anything to you
Pretty people in the magazines Play the part of kings and queens Hair and makeup can cover up the ugly truth
I'm tired of living in the modern world With pretty boys and plastic girls Broken hearts, vanity's the disease It really doesn't mean a thing to me It really doesn't mean a thing to me
I hear the ringing of the telephone No one's home and none of you can reach me I'm alone and I feel fine
I'm tired of living in the modern world With pretty boys and plastic girls Broken hearts, vanity's the disease It really doesn't mean a thing to me It really doesn't mean a thing to me It really doesn't mean a thing to me
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