firs that grow on their own they could keep me alive and when we were alone it would still feel fine it would still feel fine
we're sprawled on the ground there's grass in my hair there's no one around just us and heavy air just us and heavy air
firs that grow on their own i made a coat for him and when he was alone it was part of his skin it was part of his skin
but the cold set in a bite worse than its bark and now we're just huddled in the dark huddled in the darkTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.