In the boulevards of broken dreams Where smiles don't mean a thing Doctors, nurses and your cries
The flicker of your silhouette As you smoke your last cigarette Doctors, nurses and your cries
I saw a boy like you Down the avenue
Slash your wrists, take some pills Hang yourself with daffodils Doctors, nurses and your cries
Tears running down your cheeks Desolation of you speak Doctors, nurses and your cries
And I saw a boy like you Down the avenue
Doctors, nurses and your cries Doctors, nurses and your cries Doctors, nurses and your cries Doctors, nurses and your criesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
