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  • Текст песни FFS - Collaborations Don't Work

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    "Collaborations Don't Work"

    [Chorus:]
    Collaborations don't work
    They don't work, they don't work
    Collaborations don't work
    They don't work, they don't work
    Collaborations don't work
    They don't work, they don't work
    I'm gonna do it all by myself
    I'm gonna do it all by myself
    [x2]

    Mozart didn’t need a little hack to chart
    Warhol didn’t need to ask De Kooning about art
    Frank Lloyd Wright always ate à la carte
    Wish I had been that smart
    Wish I had been that smart

    [Chorus]

    Collaborations don't work
    You start off deferential
    And strangely reverential
    You both feel it's essential
    Collaborations don't work
    He's eyeing your new lover
    Then one night you discover
    Them underneath your covers

    Collaborations don't work
    Delaying your vacations
    To sundrenched island nations
    To seek some affirmations
    Collaborations don't work
    A colon or a comm
    And then a drawn-out drama
    Bring in the Dalai Lama

    Where is this damn thing a-goin'?
    Where is this going, someone tell me
    Starlight, rub off on me
    Star bright, rub off on me
    [x2]

    I don't need your patronizing
    I don't need your agonizing
    I don't need your navel gazing
    I don't get your way of phrasing
    I don't think you're really trying
    What, pray tell, are you implying?

    I ain't no collaborator
    I am the partisan
    Rebel in the rocks with dirty trousers, broken pistol in the hand
    I ain't no collaborator
    Hack my scalp if you think I am
    I am a sadistic young usurper, a hand on your neck
    Hand on your lover, oh, give the man a hand
    I ain't no collaborator
    I ain't no collaborator
    I am the master, independent
    If I ever need a father, it won't be you, old man

    [Chorus x2]

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