Remember they will remember you not how you lived Remember they will remember what you could not give Always looking out for others was my first mistake All things to all cost us all more than you think
Mark my words, my dear You and I have you and me to fear Here we are at the drop
I am the cream what make your days grow sour The hour has come I am changing your gold to lead I should have known you were never one for fighting I curse your virtue How could I have trusted you?
Mark my words, my dear old friend You and I are getting closer to an end Here we are at the drop
You believe in taking the easy way I believe in synchronicity You believe in things I cannot see I believe in the power of hypocrisy I am the grain what make the bread go bitter The winter has come No more field of dreams Your kind will delight to my demise I curse your virtue A curse on your virtue a curse on your virtue a curse of your virtue
Mark my words my dear You and I have you and me to fear Here we are at the drop- at the drop Mark my words my dear You and I have you and me to fear Here we are at the drop
Mark my words my dear You and I have you and me to fear Here we are at the drop Mark my words my friend You and I are getting closer to an end You will have your turn at the dropTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
