There’s nothing I can say to change you You made your mind up long befo’ Don’t matter what comes up its steady going down Holding on when we should just let go
We keep on talking, about the things we’re doing I see you stressing, about the way it’s moving I hear you cussing, you got fire in your veins We keep on trying, but it’s far from the same
Chorus (We) Know it too well
We did it dirty, now it’s far from clean But we can’t mend a broken dream Lost and sinking but not knowing when to bail When there ain’t no wind that’s filling up our sail
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What can we do with all this mess? And what’s the use of all this stress? Uncertain of tomorrow & clutching to the past But not everything is meant to lastTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
