People think i'm such a mess It doesn't make any sense 'Cause i don't see That me
I am just a fragment Of my imagination And what i see Is what i see
I've got this thing with God and cigarettes Making promises, making promises Making promises
People make me think of me As something i don't wanna be But i can't I can't be that
Then they say i feel too much You're like a wine you shouldn't touch But i don't see The problem
I've got this thing with God and cigarettes Making promises Making promises
I don't believe those Bunch of broken hearts Give it up, give it up Making promises, making promises Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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