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  • Текст песни Guns n' Roses - I.R.S.

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    Ah, ah
    Is it true
    What they
    Say of
    You

    Gonna call the president
    Gonna call a private eye
    Gonna get the IRS
    Gonna need the FBI
    There's not anymore
    That I can do

    All the reasons
    That you give
    I'd follow you
    To where you'd lead
    And if that'd be
    The end of time it's true

    Wouldn't be the first time I been wrong
    Wouldn't be the last
    I'm sure I've known
    With all the rumors I could tell
    Somethings didn't work so well
    Well anyway it feels the same

    As when you first told me you were gone
    So long ago but I stil held on
    Through all the motions the love and the sex
    And that's the truth and here's the worst yet
    Would it even mattered the things that I'd say
    You made your mind up and gone anyway
    And there's no use now in draggin' it on
    Shoulda seen it comin' all along

    Well it's true
    I had
    My doubts of you

    Gonna call the president
    Gonna call a private eye
    Gonna get the IRS
    Gonna need the FBI

    Gonna make this a federal case
    Gonna wave it right down in your face
    Read it baby with your morning news
    With a sweet hangover and the headlines too

    Ah...
    Ah...

    I bet you think I'm doin' this all for my health
    I shoulda looked again babe at somebody else
    Feelin' like I've done way more than wrong
    Feelin' like I'm livin' inside of this song
    Feelin' like I'm just too tired to care
    Feelin' like I've done more than my share
    Could it be the way I've carried on
    Like a broken record for so long

    And I do
    Oh, oh

    Gonna call the president
    Gonna call a private eye
    Gonna get the IRS
    Gonna need the FBI

    Oh, what shall I do
    If I gave my heart to you
    It's such a crime, you know it's true

    Gonna call the president
    Gonna call a private eye
    Gonna get the IRS
    Gonna need the FBI

    Gonna make this a federal case
    Gonna wave it right down in your face
    Read it baby with your morning news
    With a sweet hangover and the headlines too

    There's not anymore that I can do

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