Texty písní » Poor Fellows - Public Sacrifices
Poor Fellows - stát se fanouškem
Aplicant of my soul,
want be some sacrifice.
Rack himself in the pain.
Has his live inside out.
Way of your cleary soul
must be straight, can´t be faul.
My heart notion minease,
I´m lame it´s disease.
Who know me be amaze,
they are see poor fellows.
Only their fancy is,
tear flowers to my growe.
Přidal: kookai dne 10. 09. 2007 v 14:37.
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