From me to you with sincerity Look around, everybody left eventually Just to grow up. Just to move on To work their dead-end jobs until they're dead and gone For a nice car, or a family Protected by fences and systems of security Damn it all, we've still got lives to lead Somewhere buried in the hole of our memories
So much for so longs Too late now, too far gone Separate ways, different lives Foreign hands, distant timesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
