Paroles de Jane Doe

Just like a scab on the streets I see you bleeding from your alley and all you thought it would be sorry baby you can't have me 'cause you're sinkin' so low you're going down you're sinking so low that yeah you're sinkin' so low you can't be found you're going down yeah and you're saying to me (and you're saying to me) you really want a better way of living (a better way of living) but it seems to me (and it seems to me) all you need is a better grip on life and you're saying to me (and you're saying to me) you really want a better way of living (a better way of living) but it seems to me (and it seems to me) that all you've got is a better way to die you're nothing special to me I can't take you but I can leave you and all you thought it would be sorry baby I can't save you