Det finns inga tecken vad jag kan se. Inget som tyder p din oskuld. Det finns ingen frmildrande omstndighet. Bara gonen som fljer dig. Genom en drr, genom hela ditt liv.
Thin December air is like the dry ice smoke. You will come to your senses or inhale and choke. My IQ allows me to brush you aside. You are zeros and ones, you're wrong when I'm right.
Summertime, I'm the silence as the wind blows. My land is your land we are free. Summertime, if you listen close you hear my teardrops fall. My dream is yours.