When I hold my breath, your lungs collapse In a dream perhaps on one of those days when I hold my tongue It all comes back in a hated way If I said the words, you could sleep now If I said the words
Her magistrate will concentrate In attempts to show no signs of hate
When I hold my breath, your lungs collapse In a dream perhaps on one of those days when I hold my tongue It all comes back in a hated way If I said the words, I could sleep now Can't say the words Her magistrate will concentrate In attempts to show no signs of hateTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
