hours I can borrow, so until for now, as long as how, I can't remember what I said I lost my head. (Part 2) 1. I lost my head, forget what I said, what
Tercüme: Dev Nazik. My Head Kayıp.
(Words and Music by Joan Baez) It's walking to the battleground that always makes me cry I've met so few folks in my time who weren't afraid to die
my head and that end. I have invented myself; I have created myself; I am just a form of dream English, words stretched with skin and fear. From my eyes in my skull my
'd pull the pint at the local pub? Where'd I get my fags? Who'd empty out my dustbins? Would I still get plastic bags? If there were no hospitals, and
It's walking to the battleground that always makes me cry I've met so few folks in my time who weren't afraid to die But dawn bleeds with the people here
all immigration. Who'd pull the pint at the local pub? Where'd I get my fags? Who'd empty out my dustbins? Would I still get plastic bags? If there were
have all immigration. Who'd pull the pint at the local pub? Where'd I get my fags? Who'd empty out my dustbins? Would I still get plastic bags? If there
