("I heard him. He was loved, and he resents it." "Just rest." "I... I don't want to die. I've been good at my job, but I've never been loved. Never. What kind of life is that? Not to be loved?")
If I could be a river I'd sweep you away Deposit all my creatures at the grave where you lay So I could sleep with you again
Cause I would trade my life for a night on the weekend Drowning in salt and the taste of your semen But I'll just slip awayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
