when you walk home from the party drunk on bacardi and listening to the voices that lie to you nightly make you frightened of everyone
when you walk home from the party drunk on bacardi and listening to the voices that lie to you nightly make you sorry for something
you go home and spend your life alone with the stereo watching the late show or force yourself out in the night to meet your generation you feel like claymation in fluorescent light
on our knees, we made it hard to see we made it hard to breathe and the air was thin
on our knees, we made it hard to see we made it hard to breathe and the air was thin
on our knees, we made it hard to see we made it hard to breathe and the air was thin
made it hard to see made it hard to breathe
made it hard to see made it hard to breatheTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
