History repeats itself Coiling down into the future When it's one second to twelve The hands touch and furrow deeper
History repeats itself I didn't learn, I wouldn't listen I couldn't see the books were on the shelf For my concern, I never missed 'em
Wish I was standing by the shore Feel the wind blow in my face See the waves roll in for an encore They take a bow, they know their place
I do not want, I do not feel I've turned inward on myself I can't find anything that's real But history repeats itselfTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
