Texty:
New Amsterdams The Worse For The Wear

Preklad: Nová Amsterdams. Horšie pre oblečenie.

Sending a sobering scent. It's all in my hands to repent. Spectacular sin that take discipline to stop. Ellis is hardly a fiend. It's achingly clear

heavy as all this is weighing me, believe in the words I am promising. I'm still here for her. The distance is only an obstacle, hardly a match for a

The light I followed tonight is only as bright as the highway. The sight, try as I might, I can't keep the weight from my eyes. We never will make load

on it and figure out what's right for me and mine. Expletives and explanations fade bruise colored blue. A thicker skin develops on the wound. I won't change it for

There was honor among the thieves, the only truth I could believe. But, when the lies applied to me and mine it's better left unsaid. We could write

my daydream. Aren't you spoiled enough as it is? Whatever you're saying won't bring anyone closer to this. I know you're sick. I wish you were healing, but you're worse for the wear