things she couldn't say And she told him she was never coming home, She told him she was never coming home, She told him she was never coming home
things she couldn't say And she told him she was never coming home, She told him she was never coming home, She told him she was never coming home I'
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Traduction: Dard. Jamais Coming Home.
things she couldn't say And she told him she was never coming home, She told him she was never coming home, She told him she was never coming home I
cause you got the same name, But the widow has a mobile home. Remember what I told you, she got eight arms to hold you, And she's never gonna let you
in the bathroom Look! I can't live thru each slow century of her moving I let my cheek slide down The cool smooth tile Feel the good cold stinging blood
I could bring Justo back The underground is mine, I treat it like home It's the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones The underground is mine, I treat it like home
Rock, tell 'em how your livin Man i spend my birthdays at Denny's eatin southern slams I'm not a butt nut you know that i never bang But i lick more
their catacomb A million ancient bees Began to sting our knees While we were on our knees Praying that disease Would leave the ones we love And never come
it home Mama say, take your time young man and build your own Don't wind up like your old dad Still searching for them glory days he never had So many
