fake it You'd think by now I'd find my peace And there's no risk for me worth taking You'd think that I'd go quietly But the journey's still on for my America
it You'd think by now I'd find my peace And there's no risk for me worth taking You'd think that I'd go quietly But the journey's still on for my America
Tradução: Europa. América.
andere Ma facon de prier The way I pray Meine Art zu Beten Et puis je nagerai en amer-ica I?ll swim to America Und dann schwimme ich nach Amerika Tu
She told me on Monday that we'd meet on Friday At nine, and don't be late But I don't wanna lie so I'll just tell Her it straight You gotta slow it
I miss all of the world that I knew as a boy scrape my knees on the streets where we cool never coy. Played along to the ballad that summer wrote. You
