Hey Donna, don't be so excited. You fell short of a long shot. Clench your hands, and pray for a new route. So what's his name, and please explain how he holds you close to the blaze and I'll fire away at any resemblance that brought a smile to your days. So this is where it all begins, between the sheets my dear. So here's a cliché story about you. Well on your way to a better place where you'll burn with the rest of them. And may you fall, fearlessly to very hands you buried here with those very hands you buried and watched you fall through. This is by far the biggest mistake I've seen you fall through walls built of ash. Within these lines and passages lies the very reason terror burnt the season alive.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
