I asked the lady for sun, she gave me nothing but rain I asked the lady to run, she cursed and told me to stay I asked the lady to die, she ripped the reaper's face You are the fugitive kind
I asked the lady to fly and so she crawled on the ground I asked the lady cry and she burned my tears out I asked her why oh why, she gave me a thousand more doubts You are the fugitive kind
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Wild things leave skins behind them Clean skin, teeth and white bones You pass these things one to another, so the fugitive kind can follow their kind And oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh You are the fugitive kindTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
