The graveyard's filled, the dancefloor's filled The bar stool's filled, but everyone's empty The desk chair's filled, the sickbed's filled The car park's filled, but I'm still empty The church bell rings And the cold heart chills My glass is empty And your glass is filled And you're getting better You're getting better And you're getting better And I'm getting bitter ~~~♫♫♫~~~
The gravеyard's filled, the dancefloor's fillеd The bar stool's filled, but everyone's empty The desk chair's filled, the sickbed's filled The car park's filled, but I'm still empty The church bell rings And the cold heart chills My glass is empty And your glass is filled And you're getting better You're getting better And you're getting better And I'm getting bitter
Maybe I always wanted to be like you Maybe you always wanted to be like me
Maybe I always wanted to be like you
Maybe I always wanted to be like you Maybe you always wanted to be like meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
