Текст песни Half Moon Run — No More Losing the War

Somebody stop her
The lifter
The runner
The girl with the gold in her mouthThey caught her at London
Waterloo station
Strung up on a Ferris wheelShe used to lose pageants
«pick of the litter»
The newspapers screamed from their racks
Pictures at seven, nine-teen eighty-something
The waltz on her father’s shoesNo more losing the war, Karen
No more losing the war, KarenBut I really knew her
In an after-pub-closing way
Falling down, crawling drunk laughing like children with sugared up gullets
I rue this dayNo more losing the war, Karen
Oh KarenNo more losing the warYou got me all frustrated
In an old fashioned wayEasy does it rider
I’ve had a long, long dayNo more losing the war, Karen
No more losing the war, Karen

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