15 acessos
How much more can your mouth hold
From your wins separated again
And what's it worth
Now that you have found fame, fate
Oh i see, it's been wiped clean
No history, no trace of you or me
So what's the smallest you can think
Or feel, i fear
Oh my dear, you are not the same
Oh i see, it's been wiped clean
No history, no trace of you
Oh i see, it's been wiped clean
No history, no trace of you or me