Guess I'll be leaving in the morning By the chill that you gave me I will ride I will tear out my insides just to find a place to hide And I don't want to hurt you anymore
You got the dagger but I got the revolver As we rolled and we tumbled to the floor I been ?? is it just these drugs I'm feelin'? And I don't want to lie to you no more
?? ?? till the end A guitar's a man's best friend
But these rules were meant to be broken
?? make myself uneasy And I haven't got the guts to make you cry ?? to one thing ?? do something And I don't want to hurt you anymore
Now with this advice I will end ?? Some things are meant to be spoken And these rules are meant to be brokenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
