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I don't drink coffee, I take tea my dear I like my toast done on one side And you can hear it in my accent when I talk I'm an Englishman in New York
't care what I do I'd go out of my mind, but for you I'd go out of my mind, but for you My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun My hunger for her
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Well, she's walking through the clouds With a circus mind That's running wild. Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams And fairy tales, That's all she ever
Set up your microscope, and tell me what you see You'll still know nothin' 'bout me You'll still know nothin' 'bout me You'll still know nothin' 'bout
that are reeling From a reasonable light You muscle in when I have a party Ready to fight I say there's nothing worth achieving All your dreams are just deceiving Nothing, nothing, nothing
Translation: Sting. EPILOGUE (NOTHING 'BOUT ME).
Translation: Sting. Nothing 'bout Me.
Translation: Sting. Nothing Achieving.
Translation: Sting. History Will Teach Us Nothing.
