She turns the blue sky black, I put her on her back, Am I dying, she is lying next to me, she comes again. From the central reservations, In the subways
She turns the blue ksy black, I put her on her back Am I dying, she is lying next to me, she comes again From the central reservations, In the subways
: She turns the blue ksy black, I put her on her back Am I dying, she is lying next to me, she comes again From the central reservations, In the subways
