Текст, перевод и аккорды “Ball Tongue”
- There you are, alone, with no hope of ever having, something to be proud of, something earned without thinking. Yes, I know you're a person, a person close to me. Who do think you are? What more do you want from me. Ball Tongue. 4X Why are you at home, buried in your self-pity? Why do you insist on making a mockery out of me?
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