A heart that's full up like a landfill, a job that slowly kills you, bruises that won't heal You were so tired, happy, bring down the government, they don't, they don't speak for her I'll take the quiet life, a handshake of carbon monoxide
No alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises No alarms and no surprises Silent, silent This is my final fit, my final bellyache with No alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises No alarms and no surprises, please
Such a pretty house, such a pretty garden No alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises No alarms and no surprises, pleaseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
