all my past mistakes Sell me out, the jokes on you We are salt and you are the wound Empty another bottle and let me tear you to pieces This is me wishing
all my past mistakes sell me out, the jokes on you he is salt and you are the wound empty another bottle and let me tear you to pieces this is me wishing
Превод: Фалл оут бои. Моје срце је најгора врста оружја (демо).
Превод: Фалл оут бои. Моје срце је најгора врста оружја.
of all my past mistakes sell me out, the jokes on you he is salt and you are the wound empty another bottle and let me tear you to pieces this is me wishing
don't write love songs. What is it that we sing then? Our love of life is total, everything we do is an expression of that, Everything that we write
of all my past mistakes sell me out - the joke's on you we are salt - you are the wound empty another bottle and let me tear you to pieces this is me
is it that we sing then? Our love of life is total, everything we do is an expression of that, Everything that we write is a love song. * We look for
What is it that we sing then? Our love of life is total, everything we do is an expression of that, Everything that we write is a love song. * We look
take that route and girl out And sometimes I don't wanna hear my girls mouth 'cause My hectic schedule, she ain't considerate So all I hear is the complaints
