Trying to survive and not to get shot down They sway in the canopy, as they reach for the top of the trees Not knowing what’s going on
All my friends are dead and gone Survive…I’ll survive on my own All my friends are dead and gone Survive
Two little babies born in the middle of Brooklyn Trying to survive and not to get shot down They sway in the canopy, as they reach for the top of the trees Not knowing what’s going onTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
