Maybe nothing left to say Same dinner I ate yesterday The microwave A snail's pace Do you know what I mean? Copacetic drinking Listerine It's plain to see We got home late So I travel back in time To apologize in advance I won't be there To see you smile It's over now You'll live somehow To be at ease To rest in peace
Is anyone here? It's feeling dead Trying my best to remember if I was walking past again and again It's over, I'm going to bed An image of what it might have been Tricky to see if the light is dim It lets it be about anything Recycle it, don't feel a thing
And over and over and over and over And over and over and over and over And over and over and over and over And over and over and over and over And over and over and over and over And over and over and over and over And over and over and over and overTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
