Tekster:
Too Late The Hero Is This Thing On

on. Let's make love like we're not allowed to. Let's reclaim the innocence of losing innocence, of losing innocence. This is something I have to do This is, this

I've given more than mine share. And I'm sorry for all the things that I've done to us. (I've more than given up) I keep on giving Everything is different

nervous stomach (lay by my side) Just toss your clothes at the ceiling Please dream of me while I sing you to sleep Well I'll string your name up in christmas lights on

them. You?ll regret this. Mark my words I?ll torch this to the ground, torch this to the ground Cause this town?s too small for the both of us. Hands

Ok now let's all pretend That we mean something too. I mean, if she only knew, whoa. Herself as much as she's convinced that she does, She'd probably

Why are you so tired all the time? Don't you sleep anymore? You're slipping, I hate to see you like this, Get your head in the game. Tell me, tell me

do it if I gotta The situation is serious and getting hotter You know what they say about those that slow on the trigger Less then a second too late

Feels Like Home). It's a trick. Too late. Martha Dumps the Devil (Bleeding All Over The Place). Meanwhile, Margaret, against her better judgment, falls in love with Faust (My Hero

in second place [R.A. the Rugged Man] Ay yo, here's a little story, something for your ear Like the new millennium version of Paul Revere Except this ain't fiction, this is