Your life is full of misery Well take something for it Or try to ignore it, don't give it to me You trapped me in this corner You're breathing it over me Next stop's the Royal Infirmary
The room's started spinning I'm finding it hard to breath I think I'll have to leave, I need some air That little black cloud That follows you everywhere's Floating my way and it's raining despair
Now I'm not immune to misery myself But it's just a bore in somebody else If you weren't allowed to talk of yourself You would have nothing to sayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
