London in the low tide of the night and not a taxi cab in sight Anesthetized I start the journey home I've been living months alone, I've been avoiding
London in the low tide of the night And not a taxi cab in sight. Anesthetized I start the journey home. I've been living months alone. I've been avoiding
Preklad: Everything But The Girl. Low Tide Of The Night.
: London in the low tide of the night And not a taxi cab in sight. Anesthetized I start the journey home. I've been living months alone. I've been
London in the low tide of the night And not a taxi cab in sight. Anesthetized I start the journey home. I've been living months alone. I've been
Later that winter a son come along Spare parts And broken hearts Keep the world turnin' around Now Janey walked that baby across the floor night after night But she was a young girl
the slammer I'm crimson color painted, you can call that Alabama I'm not from Alabama, but check out how I roll tide He might have the same whip, but
Later that winter a son come along Spare parts And broken hearts Keep the world turnin? around Now Janey walked that baby across the floor night after night But she was a young girl
