live without feeling? Yeah How do you take without giving? There are footprints on my ceiling, yeah And I kept it bottled up inside, all my life
Preklad: Social Distortion. Footprints On My strop.
footprints on my ceiling I can't help this fucked up feeling somethings wrong, you ain't coming round her no more try to get my thoughts together I think
are footprints on my ceiling I can't help this fucked up feeling somethings wrong, you ain't coming round her no more try to get my thoughts together
