Guts go everywhere All that we can do is pray for the sharper knife Close your eyes whisper, you’re the one to blame You will never understand what comes to mind When I see you
How many words, how many things, how many briefs to hide? How many man, how many places to be burned down? How many seconds in your circus known as life? What do you need to understand? You’re not a saint sonTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
