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Silverstein The End

First time we met Face became etched In my mind You were the sun I was the one who worshiped you My hands were your guns Your eyes were my muse And

Prijevod: Silverstein. Kraj.

: (Featuring Lights) First time we met Face became etched In my mind You were the sun I was the one Who worshiped you My hands were your guns Your

I just come down for the weekend, runnin' from the ice and snow Where the tropic sun comes peekin', 'cross the Gulf of Mexico The sunshine that I'd been