stop this stubborn heart from pumping blood to what's left of you in me can't you see that I'm growing weak and your memory's a leech the temperature of your
Превод: Както Градове Burn. The Sickness от паметта ви.
I stop this stubborn heart from pumping blood to what?s left of you in me can?t you see that I?m growing weak and your memory?s a leech the temperature of your
pits Shifitin through your city limits tryin to find the raw shit Thread and needle wit it, and weave a world of hate together, till we get 'em car sick
r med meddelanden. Summer night city Money, money, money Hmm, hmm, do-do-do-do-do Summer night city Money, money, money Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm Summer night city
