All we know is change And friends, faces, and names So now I'm falling apart and dangerous I never know where to turn I mean for all that I know We're
Übersetzung: Anfang November. Lange Gespräche.
Stay on the low though, Black Tims, Lacross polo, Black peekhole, long nose 4-4. Ya never got your hands dirty, I'm outside with the grams early, Puffing
those long talks I won't forget. Just to see you smile, it brings me right to them. So I'll sit here now and hold your hand. It's these few long hours
where did he go from there? [Patient] Well he stood in his girlfriend's dorm room for a little while He couldn't stay there long I think her father actually
