Drukuj
Bizarre
Artysta: Cold
There were two girls coming back for me,
where my one true love should be.
I was walking down the county line.
Let it shine, let it shine.
Let it shine, let it shine.
I was born into a life of greed.
I had everything I`d need.
Then you told me I was something more.
I`m not sure, I`m not sure.
I`m not sure, I`m not sure.
She stole her summer rain from my window.
He tore the house apart when she let him go.
She found it in her heart to forgive him.
Ain`t there a life outside you`re not living?
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