просто я

All good people read good books, now your conscience is clear I hear you talk girl, now your conscience is clear In the morning when I wipe my brow, wipe the miles away I like to think I can be so willed, and never do what you say I'll never hear you, and never do what you say Look my eyes are just hollow ground But your love has drawn me from my hand From my hand, you know you'll never be More than two minutes