Duży lotek wyniki losowania Being Human
Creeping, stabbing, heart so hollow,
Too much reality for you to swallow,
Wonder it is cruelty,
To capture in all its beauty.
You can break me, entertain me,
Take it all back for the sons,
You can leave me, incinerate me,
Disfigure my mosaic.
You can break me, entertain me,
Take it all back for the sons,
You can leave me, incinerate me,
Disfigure my mosaic.
Cure me, melt me, can someone please help me?
Walk away once I am fulfilled,
One day I will find the pieces of my mosaic.
You can break me, entertain me,
Take it all back for t
Too much reality for you to swallow,
Wonder it is cruelty,
To capture in all its beauty.
You can break me, entertain me,
Take it all back for the sons,
You can leave me, incinerate me,
Disfigure my mosaic.
You can break me, entertain me,
Take it all back for the sons,
You can leave me, incinerate me,
Disfigure my mosaic.
Cure me, melt me, can someone please help me?
Walk away once I am fulfilled,
One day I will find the pieces of my mosaic.
You can break me, entertain me,
Take it all back for t
Honey put down that flyswatter
And pour me some ice water
And would you bring me my hammer
And could you find me some nails
For soon I'll be going
To work for this living
And with you here to guide me
Then I cannot fail
The morning it stumbles
Right in through the window
And this getting up early
Gets old anyway
And if you listen close dear
The crying that you hear
Is the nighttime lamenting
The start of the day
And it's hotter than concrete
In July in Houston
And it'll get worse here
Before it turns nice
But old Tink's in the
And pour me some ice water
And would you bring me my hammer
And could you find me some nails
For soon I'll be going
To work for this living
And with you here to guide me
Then I cannot fail
The morning it stumbles
Right in through the window
And this getting up early
Gets old anyway
And if you listen close dear
The crying that you hear
Is the nighttime lamenting
The start of the day
And it's hotter than concrete
In July in Houston
And it'll get worse here
Before it turns nice
But old Tink's in the