Why dont we say any more to say or we have no sandy desire All my words and you are repetitive My heart is hate I have a pricing in the grout of silent and cold life Our home like the painful Zandon Linking an Amr torn abandoned the Ashions and passed left the Ashions and passed but what do this buds do The ones who have to make tomorrow The those who see Grions eyes are like today and tomorrow Stone Reds Red Blood You and I are in charge and you are in charge
but what do this buds do The ones who have to make tomorrow The those who see Gramins eyes are today and tomorrow. Rock Reds Red Blood You and I are responsible for me and you are in charge You and you are in charge and you are in charge
