Tekstovi: The View. Typical Time 2.

We've never spoke in three weeks man
And it's starting to freak me out
I hope there's no one gelling my bird
Together with all their
Sweet and utter charm

We've flown around the world
Together we've seen a massive range of sick bags even in
Baghdad call myself your lad but seemingly you're sad

Oh oh oh oh


(Thanks to Nicole for these lyrics)