Tekster:
Thieves And Villains Movement

I've told tall tales most of them mine. I hold you in some sort of regard reserved for. I see your eyes they could cut glass the stare I'm caught

York was a blur the streets ran wild with the lights and sounds of our youth on trial. the air is crisp with smoke as we tread the streets alone slipping in and

car alarms and the shouts in the distance. I've given up I know no better way. When all I needed was something to believe in I have thrown my faith away but my hope grows. and

to stay and we are to worlds apart im hoping ours will soon collide and i love you from afar you truly are my world my life youre backing up and pulling

drinking with our hopes up in the stars. I've got $3 bucks and so much more to start on. A novel of experience way up where we can feel again. and I hope

out Some would say we're mulling over this I?d like to think sparking thoughts And making up Just who am I to pick For your sake I'm caught between a rock and