Nhạc sĩ: Sting
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One, two, three. One, two, three. One, two, three. Don't think me unkind Words are hard to find They're only checks I've left unsigned On the banks of chaos in my mind When the arrow of course escapes me Their logic ties me up and raves me To do, do, do, to die, die, die Is all I want to say to you To do, do, do, to die, die, die Their innocence will pull me through To do, do, do, to die, die, die Is all I want to say to you To do, do, do, to die, die, die Their neediness and all that show Poets, priests and politicians Have words to thank for their positions Words that scream for your submission No one's here but their transmission When the arrow of course escapes me Their logic ties you up and raves you To do, do, do, to die, die, die Is all I want to say to you To do, do, do, to die, die, die Their innocence will pull me through To do, do, do, to die, die, die Is all I want to say to you To do, do, do, to die, die, die Their neediness and all that show Oh... Oh... To do, do, do, to die, die, die Is all I want to say to you To do, do, do, to die, die, die Their innocence will pull me through To do, do, do, to die, die, die Is all I want to say to you To do, do, do, to die, die, die Their neediness and all that show Oh... To do, do, do To do, do, do To do, do, do To do, do, do To do, do, do To do, do, do To do, do, do To do, do, do To do, do, do To do, do, do