Wishing I was born another Year or two it could be worse Heard she was a teenage mother Heard it was a painful birth
Somewhere in the hills of Pittsburgh There’s a kid who looks like me Sleeping softly with his mother Wonder if she thinks of me
I was a part from her I was a part from her I was a part from her But I am a part of her
There’s a sparrow at my window I was not an orphan long I’m not saying that I hate you I just wonder where we all went wrongTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
