Lletres:
The The August And September

were doing, and I knew what you'd done Your life with me was ending, your new life had begun But I was cursing your name, and I was cursing that room And

Giocare col mondo facendolo a pezzi bambini che il sole ha ridotto gia vecchi Non e colpa mia se la tua realta mi costringe a fare guerra all'omerta