The heart and I were tired when we burned the two of us the last breath and it didnt come back to Saddam, we tired ourselves. Syntheson
The enthusiasm of the dead sky in your heart We have a flying desire but the broken heart also tells me I am in the house like Quebec unaware of the barking
I know I dont say no to my word Our
Now that it is only tired of us, and now Now that it is only tired of us, and lets stay out of the way.
