Sad Tomorrows

Testo di Sad Tomorrows

GenereSoul
Durata2:23
Lingua originaleInglese
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Flying High in the friendly sky, Without leaving the ground, Rest of the folks are tired and weary And have laid their bodies down I go to the place where danger waits - And its bound to forsake me. So stupid minded, But I go crazy, when I cant find it, In the morning I'll be alright my friends- Soon the night - will bring the pains again Flying hight in the friendly sky, Without ever leaving the ground, Aint seen nothing but trouble baby - paraphernalia is my name Theres a place where the feeling awaits me, Self destructions in my hands So stupid minded, But I go crazy, when I can find it I know Im hooked my friends, To the boy Who makes slaves out of men... Ahhh yeah I did the best I could Nobody understood Ahhh yeah I did the best I could Nobody understood