2 acessos
Don't die alone, die with me in this junk city on fire. You can't come between us, you can't separate us death you'll never understand our love oh no.
Teen prostitutes in Moscow turning tricks by night, send money to your mother starving in the winter abandoned carnivals cry in the countryside. Kicked in the head, woke up and i was standing on a bridge, take one more step and i'll jump the words drip from my mouth but i don't feel like their coming from me at all.
And it hurts.
Don't die alone, die with me in this junk city on fire, you can't come between us, you can't separate us death you'll never understand our love oh no.