All the saints are ringing out the bells All the saints are ringing my hotels All the saints are reading from the ripped up poems I've given them All the saints are better of in hell Its never to late for you to rip it up and swallow it Its never to late to fall in love again Its never to late for you to rip it up and swallow it Its never to late to fall in love again All the saints are crying out for more All the saints are standing on the shore All the saints are winning with The ripped up poems I've given them All the saints are ripping off my clothesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
