Your voice, your face, your hair is everywhere Today my dreams turned into nightmares In time, I hate to say it, gentlemen There'll be nothing wonderful here There'll be nothing left to fear
All the people see me as a fool All the people say that it's because of you All the people like to think they care If you'd shake their hands and stab them Maybe they'd become sensitive
Now my life I've spent inside this jealousy It seemed so easy I could have your beauty for free When time decides to take this pain away We'll find our freedom again We're still gentlemen
All the people see me as a fool All the people say that it's because of you All the people like to think they care If you'd shake their hands and stab them Maybe they'd become sensitiveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
