Lying down on the pavement, so happy seeming to be in balance, but how could that be really I must be jealous, don’t tell me I just gotta leave the broken pieces or it’ll be the death of me
Six long years and seven heartbreaks broken strings and countless outtakes, why? never thought that I would follow through got a working title somewhere and I know one day I’ll get there, I’m grasping here
I’m looking out for a simple kind of true don’t know what I am waiting for I’m holding out for a simple kind of true at least some kind of a metaphor
It’s simple, simple and it’s true we got much to do no excuses they’re just useless we’ve got much to do
I’d say you hung the moon if they ask me you help me so the plot won’t get past me sometimes the obvious cannot be seen at least not by me
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Remember all of the times when we couldn’t make up our minds hours and years disappearTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
