landing any more. Drowning in these tumblers Tumbles through these doors Swinging out to cold cement From sticky, hard tiled floors. This is the route we wander
of landing anymore. Drowning in these tumblers, stumbles through these doors, swinging out to cold cement from sticky, hard tile floors. These are the routes we wander
landing anymore. Drowning in these tumblers, stumbles through these doors, swinging out to cold cement from sticky, hard tile floors. These are the routes we wander
Превод: The Falcon. Маршрутите Ние Разходете.
Превод: Лос соколи. Толкова съм щастлива, аз просто да Cry Myself To Sleep-или-Маршрутите Ние Разходете.