.no sir, that was not a compliment, i don't have any money. just leave me for the dogs & save us both. from these heights. like a vagrant falling asleep in a tunnel. waking encased in glass. nervous hands sifting through the sand. each little grain another bolt fallen short. the auctioneer awaits wit.
LyricsHave you been looking for lyrics of your favorite song, too long? Lyrics has got them all listed out for you by your favorite songwriters, artists neatly arranged by albums you love. Simply,Choose an album, artist or lyricist and start discovering lyrics of your favorite songs.
Allow To View All Exclusive Content & Notifications 🔔