nobody's here quiet soft air play solitarian life i notice my hands giving me loud applause if you're a goat you don't mind
gee it's good to be home hobbies galore don't you engage in a craft don't you like it alone locked behind doors take a test do your best passing the grade every time
busy in love cutting out stuff writing the melodies light ten pounds a day isn't the kind of bread one would expect to be mine
but there's always home hobbies galore why doesn't somebody talk? don't you like me a lot locked behind doors where you at? where'm i at? walking the floor over you
you i'm growing through through i'm going to to display my hobbies galore just for you
nobody's here, what do i care? painting a musical night you're throwing me away, apathy blinded you just when my hobbies are right
gee it's good to be home hobbies galore so much to do i forget don't you think you can help locked behind doors do your part, fill your heart steal something else that is newTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
