October 2

Epilogue (Nothing Bout Me)



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Posted 13.11.2019 by Vikus in category "Classical

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  1. By Faebei on
    Lay my head on the surgeon's table Take my fingerprints if you are able Pick my brains, pick my pockets Steal my eyeballs and come back for the sockets Run every kind of test from A to Z And you'll still know nothing 'bout me Run my name though your computer Mention me in passing to your college tutor Check my records, check my facts Check if I paid my income tax Pore over everything in my C.V.
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  2. By Mukus on
    "Yet on the record's final song, 'Epilogue (Nothing 'Bout Me)', I say you can search all and still not know anything about me, the storyteller. But maybe that's not true, because being whimsical is an essential part of my personality and my own searching.
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  3. By Kaganris on
    Find out at which radio station you can hear Sting - B5. Epilogue (Nothing 'Bout Me).
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  4. By Akigul on
    Epilogue (Nothing 'Bout Me) testo Guarda il video Epilogue (Nothing 'Bout Me) Lay my head on the surgeon's table. Take my fingerprints if you are able. Pick my brains, pick my pockets. Steal my eyeballs and come back for the sockets. Run every kind of test from A to Z.
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  5. By Arashirg on
    Read or print original Epilogue (Nothing 'Bout Me) lyrics updated! I don't drink coffee, I take tea my dear. / I like my toast.
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  6. By Gardazilkree on
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  7. By Nikozil on
    Sting "Epilouge (Nothing 'Bout Me)": Lay my head on the surgeon's table Take me fingerprints if you are able Pick my brains, pick my pock.
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  8. By Faubar on
    But you'll still know nothing 'bout me You'll still know nothing 'bout me You don't need to read no books on my history I'm a simple man, it's no big mystery In the cold weather, a hand needs a glove At times like this, a lonely man like me needs love Search my house with a fine tooth comb Turn over everything 'cause I won't be at home Set up your microscope and tell me what you see You'll still .
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