: I have a friend, he's mostly made of pain. He wakes up, drives to work and straight back home again. He once cut one of my nightmares out of paper,
How much fun To be drifting along With the weight of the sun on my head Not covered in sad As I sketch with my pen And I brace for the troubles ahead
I have a friend, he's mostly made of pain. He wakes up, drives to work and straight back home again. He once cut one of my nightmares out of paper, I
Changes come and changes go and change is going to make a fool of me. I still had hope in Chattanooga Nov. 4th 2008. See a lot was supposed to change
I'm not always right It's up to you Get down to the point What can I do I got to get going Got to move out of here No reason you knowing No reason to
Viens t' coller ma douce, on va s' cruiser A soir j' me sens lousse, fa que j' vas t'marier En habit de scaphandre ou deshabille Pourvu que j' puisse
