: Blood is boring Sleep is boring Don't stop running I'm here counting The lies, the hurt, the pain, the hate The lies, the hurt, the pain, the
(And I'll give in this way) We had a chance to run (And now I can't believe) We're going all the way (And all the affairs embrace) My life, worry Life
Blood is boring Sleep is boring Don't stop running I'm here counting The lies, the hurt, the pain, the hate The lies, the hurt, the pain, the hate
Übersetzung: Getreide. Umarmung.
