the back Sorrow blowin' through the veins I'm over Houston You're over the night we met You're over the night we met Dear traveler Dear traveler The she
Tulkojums: Selekcionāri. Viņa.
my arithmetic. I got used to nobody riding in the back. Sorrow blowin' through the vents, I'm over Houston. You're over the night we met. Dear traveller, The she
