from this bed Silently picking up my clothes, I turn on my heels and I fled And the dark of the street is no solace to me Oh and I dont believe my conscience
freedom from this bed Silently picking up my clothes, I turn on my heels and I fled And the dark of the street is no solace to me Oh and I dont believe
freedom from this bed Silently picking up my clothes, I turned on my heels and I fled And the dark of the street is no solace to me Oh, and I don't