Letras:
Fuel Gone

and never wrong But I know why you're gone I know why you're gone I don't like you, gone I know why you're gone

right and never wrong But I know why you're gone I know why you're gone I don't like you, gone I know why you're gone

and then gone you are a gift promised sent with a wink with tendencies for conversations that raise bars you are a sage who is fueled by compassion

: Disillusional thoughts infect your view Assets fuel your shallowed integrity Lost in a world of rejection Expose the hell you cannot hide An outcast

considered myself a thief GM wouldn't miss just one little piece Especially if I strung it out over several years. The first day I got me a fuel pump

in the night With a baby in her hand Under an old street light Near a garbage can Now she puts the kid away, and she's gone to get a hit She hates

A shot of petrol is my bonafide method To lose control and get thoroughly distracted I'm on the money, here I come Fuel for my engine, and I?m gone

A shot of petrol is my bonafide method To lose control and get thorougly distracted I'm on the money, here I come Fuel for my engine, and I'm gone I

was tuning the system in Johnny Magic, Johnny Magic Johnny Magic, Johnny Magic She burst from the garage in a blaze of silence Disappearing down Douglas at lightning speed She was gone