Vārdi:
All Excuses

of all excuses? Everything must come full circle It kills me that I feel this hurtful I wonder what your children think of you, The king of all excuses

Tulkojums: Staind. King Of Visas Excuses.

of all excuses? Everything must come full circle It kills me that I feel this hurtful I wonder what your children think of you, The king of all excuses

No sleep no questions, no doubt, no excuses Nothing in this world that can hold me down ... come and slow me down,.. moving slow ... believing,.. no excuses

On my bed spread we'll speak of these things over and over And over there when Please don't make things any worse than they are then I'm all out of excuses

can stall Just seein? if you?re okay And makin? up things to say Honey don?t refuse me I?m just usin? any excuse at all All right Any excuse at all baby Any excuse

I've been given I've learned to abuse I've asked for this rope And I've made a fine noose for myself It's no excuse, It's no excuse I heard thy're like

all of you tonight Give me everything tonight For all we know we might not be here tomorrow Let's do it tonight Don't care what they say All the games

me screaming behind these castle walls? There's no one here at all Behind these castle walls Honestly to me, I think I'd lose every benefit Of all that