Cigarette smoke, it fills my lungs Only 13, we were strung And as the days pass, we lost grasp Going down the river, not worried bout our livers Growing old
Intoxication, not worried about location We need more filtration I’m tired of losing admiration So gather near the concrete Excuse direction I’m a dead beat Does it make you feel complete I’m growing old, on high street
When I was a child My dreams were wild Now I’m all alone, in this cold world and it's
Cigarette smoke, it fills my lungs Only 13, we were strung And as the days pass, we lost grasp Going down the river, not worried bout our livers Growing old
Intoxication, not worried about location We need more filtration I’m tired of losing admiration So gather near the concrete Excuse direction I’m a dead beat Does it make you feel complete I’m growing old, on high street Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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