3 acessos
Mary says it's okay
She can see the future
Everything turns around
Terrors may be coming
But they are only games
Everything turns around
Sirens may be sounding
Roads are closing down
But I am a true believer
So grab your pills and pillows
Take what you'll remember
Everything turns around
Mary, you are doing drugs
Don't you think we know?
You always seemed a little too happy, Mary.