the past of memories that will never last My mind wanders the crowds in a search In the search of the one that I feel is my life In the crowds For me
Fordítás: Iron Butterfly. Az a tömeg.
Of memories that will never last My mind wanders the crowds in a search, In the search of the one that I feel is my life It's the crowds For me this
of the month, Trump to the buyers rent too paid on the coupe you been fired smooth criminal, no prior's man in the mirror, check no liar still like that butterfly
the buyers Rent too paid on the coupe you been fired Smooth criminal, no prior's Man in the mirror, check no liar Still like that butterfly like Mariah
