Welcome!
Login
|
Register
Artist
A
B
C
D
E
F
G
H
I
J
K
L
M
N
O
P
Q
R
S
T
U
V
W
X
Y
Z
#
Title
Artist
Song title:
Letters To Cleo - Get On With It
Edit By:
216.73.216.251
The Sunday Paper is a mess and I'm not gonna pick it up you are if I could just get on with it. It don't matter my hair's a mess cause you're not gonna fix it up for me, I am if I could just get on with it, I would take a breath outside myself a stranger place I couldn't find and no one knows who I am and you can't say my name. Can't think of anything else worse 'cause if I didn't fuck it up you would why can't you just do something right. Just once change my mind cause if you can I'd be the one you know I am but you're so blind, you always were I didn't catch your name. I would take a breath outside myself a stranger place I couldn't find and no one knows who I am and you can't say my name
All lyrics are property of their respective authors, artists and labels and are strictly for non-commercial use only.
Copyright © 2009-2026 Azlyricdb.com. All Rights Reserved |
Privacy policy
|
Blog