Hand on my heart, I'll always love my fair city But Heaven knows why 'cause it f**king hates my guts Is there something wrong with trying to find a better way to survive? In a valley where making do thrives So I'll bid you adieu to the bathers of the tay The disciples of the south inch sun
So from me to you through the method of a pencil and paper And if the process is a story Well I'm pretty sure I could write the book
So we'll all go together now In the search for something so much better than all our lives when we were back home In the end they'll say we were the best of friends But by then we'll probably all be dead Bury hatchets before bodies in the ground
So from me to you through the method of a pencil and paper And if the process is a story Then I'm pretty sure I could write the book
You want the real reasons I left my home They are that I've never felt so alone So it's time for a new chapter in the city with the girl that I love
So we'll all go together now In the search for something so much better than all our lives when we were back home In the end they'll say we were the best of friends But by then we'll probably all be dead Bury hatchets before bodies in the ground
So we'll all go together now In the search for something so much better than all our lives when we were back home In the end they'll say we were the best of friends But by then we'll probably all be dead Bury hatchets before bodies in the GroundTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
