She had a hairbrush mic and a fantasy band
She opened up with We Are The Champions
Went into right into Under my Wheels
I was trying to figure out how I feel
autor: DonTravolta, 22/09/2023
Arhiva
As I travel down the track, all my memories flood back
We were runnin’ at ease from enemies
And rushed back to your momma’s flat
It’s the only place but home I feel relaxed enough to crap
I know it sounds crude, but there’s something in that
In the midst of all the killing and skin eating
We forgot about the loving
Gospodin se odlično uklapa,
gospodina se lako zna!
Gospodin se posluži rukama,
njega ništa ne zanima…
Usually the lines grow faint
Like old house paint
Just a way to mark the years gone by
You lay on a couch three weeks
Until the color came back into your cheeks
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