He only wants to hold me, rise up 'Til the Sun goes down Know he thinks that I'm lonely I can tell that they love my style 'Cause I'm shy but I'm boasy, boozy when I'm in the town You see blues inside... but my skin's all brown You see hues when I'm high But I'm feeling low Kinda numb, I've been in the cold South world where the demons grow On the road, where it always snows Push bike, as the fiends them blow Pen state, where my friends are staying Oh... how I miss them so
Partly in the dark but mind's bright Never take what they sell Words of heaven made of hell on this Earth Come with pebbles, full of dirt Need the money for the hearse White lines lead you Leave you in the lurch Pour liquor after church on the roads And we will never learn
I'm different and it shows I'm not better, I'm just different to my bros I'm alone, a couple minutes on my own I'm not better, I'm just different to my bros I'm alone, a couple minutes on my own I'm not better, I'm just different I'm not better, I'm just different to my bros I'm alone, a couple minutes on my own I'm not better, I'm just different to my bros I'm alone, a couple minutes to my own I did it for the brosTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
