1 Both of them Try to write, try to write another letter, To forget That old bills Don't matter, Can't be sent.
But there is traffic jam In my own life. I’m tired. And my heart is mute and blind. Such an old news-stand.
Chorus His animation was his Palermo, When I’de lost my ticket, ticket to the Don. And played kicker, kicker with his heirloom. We just used, Used to kill in turn.
2 Be in two minds For the whole year. For the whole year. Get over. Whom I loved and who was novel? Otherwise
Puzzle all signs, I’ll cease look over coats. The pain will leave for our photos Sometimes
Chorus His animation was his Palermo, When I’de lost my ticket, ticket to the Don. And played kicker, kicker with his heirloom. We just used, Used to kill in turn.
Chorus His animation was his Palermo, When I’de lost my ticket, ticket to the Don. And played kicker, kicker with his heirloom. We just used, Used to kill in turn.