She was driving her waythrough Mass Avenue, with a smoke in herhand and a box full of shoes, dying to see if thatdream would pour out of her pocket...
Safe inside this room I'mstaying, These four walls theyshield my burdens, Along with devils anddust? I'm feeding off ofdefeat, There's nothing I
Non parlare piu l'aria e fresca e la pretesa di ogni cosa e di esser grande, di essere importante tu tu prendevi le mie mani tu ridevi tra di me u....
Vertaling: Andy Griggs. Die Nar weet Q.