A blind woman came to me and told me I looked so sad. A homeless man took my hand and gave me all that he had. The wealthiest man in town has only one pair of shoes. The prettiest girl I know somehow still sings the blues.
You're not who you are You're not how you look You're not what you think You're what you're fighting for
I blame it on my instincts and then I turn it on you I'm caving in on myself but merely stuck in the truth The road to success gives way and now we're all lost at sea I blame it on yours instincts and then I blame it on me
Oh, I'm not who I am I'm not how I look I'm not what I think I'm what I'm fighting forTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
