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Ray Lamontagne Empty

pain On past the busted backs on its old and rusted Cadillac that sink into this field collecting rain And will I always feel this way? So empty so

Tulkojums: Ray Lamontagne. Tukšs.

my pain On past the busted back Of that old and rusted Cadillac That sinks into this field collecting rain Will I always feel this way So empty, so estranged

my pain On past the busted back Of that old and rusted Cadillac That sinks into this field collecting rain Will I always feel this way So empty, so estranged