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Royden

On Earth, the bright, small world. We cry of the news as the ship goes down. On Earth we weep for his end. The truth and the reason make no difference

Wake up, she said. Without you my dreams are made... Wake up, she said. Without you my dreams are made in lies. Was that your idea of a good time

Holding pistols in their pockets. Shooting lead flies in the night. Were hitting targets as these rockets. Were streaking horror through the sky.

Prijevod: Kaiser Chiefs. Visoka Royds.

: I remember nights out when we were young They weren't very good they were rubbish Running round Highroyds isn't fun Just teenagers testing their courage

: I remember nights out when we were young They weren't very good they were rubbish Running round Highroyds isn't fun Just teenagers testing their courage