superdemko
I'm too weak to be your cure.
we are heading out of town
nothing to stop us now
get carried away
lets think about all the nights on lucky street
we stay up til 3 am
theres a bitter cold chill in the air
its haunting everywhere
fueling on alcohol and nicotine
WE are alone
but we are better off by ourselves
its time to roll the windows down
feel the cold air all around...
get carried away...........
No liebes - lieben Sie mich?
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