still the same old duckling that pennsylvania shaped like a swan without its feathers disfigured by the weight everyone around me says i could do alright but take a day in webbed feet and see then where you lie
lurking under the surface i wanna sing what i can't say don't believe in purpose i've got a point yet left to make been dragging my feathers through the torrential rain and when the sun comes out my home is just a muddy lakeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
