| CITY OF THE DEAD |
You landed on time
In the city of the dead
How was your flight?
I'm glad that we met.
Ain't gonna wait 'til the day the dejection comes
Ain't gonna waste my time with the pitiful ones (here)
You know that I'm kind
That I like to pretend
That everything's fine
That the rain is my friend
Don't give a damn about fame if I gotta have a gun
Ain't gonna like myself before I get something done (here)
Oh yeah! Never mind the things they might have said
We're living in the city of the dead
Oh yeah! Never mind the thing they might have said
We're living in the city of the dead
I want to believe
I proceed with my choice
It's getting harder to breath
I'm losing my voice
Ain't gonna wait 'til the day the dejection comes
Ain't gonna waste my time with the pitiful ones (here)
Oh yeah! Never mind the things they might have said
We're living in the city of the dead
Oh yeah! Never mind the thing they might have said
We're living in the city of the dead
Oh yeah! Never mind the things they might have said
We're living in the city of the dead
Oh yeah! Never mind the thing they might have said
We're living in the city of the dead
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Playboys |
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Egyb dalszveg |
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AJÁNLOM AZ OLDALT
