Someone Told My Story

I played the brand new record on the jukebox
And I scarcely could believe the song I've heard
It told of how you left me for another
It was almost like I'd written every word

Someone told my story in a song
The lyrics told of happiness and home
Then it told of how you've done me wrong
Someone told my story in a song

The writer must've seen the way you done me
For he told it all and never missed a line
He told of swinging doors and the jukebox
And he even knew I almost lost my mind

Someone told my story in a song
The lyrics told of happiness and home
Then it told of how you've done me wrong
Someone told my story in a song

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(Anderson/White) All in all the wisdom call, you shall be young, you shall be free Watching for the signals that some easily Take it as a point of love, a reference place to

Лай, ла, ла, ла, ла, ла, ла, лай, ла, лай, Лай, ла, лай, ла, ла, лай, ла, лай. Лай, ла, ла, ла, ла, ла, ла, лай, ла, лай, Лай, ла, лай, ла, ла,

I am the beautiful reflection of my love's affection A walking illustration of his adoration His love makes you beautiful, So beautiful, so beautiful I ask my looking glass What is it makes me so

Я читав по твоїх долонях своє життя, Я помітив вечірнє сонце в очах твоїх, Я так хочу запам’ятати назавжди Твій, мов діаманти, сміх. Не біда, шо навколо люди і стільки днів Розміняли ми і не

Shine in every light More than for a day You stayed the same, wild And were that way Don't you want me a whole man? You can't pretend that you're not sentimental too I know I know