번역: 추기경의 신. 기름과 물.
best you'll ever know your heads hanging low and why do you feel hung out to dry can you afford to die a little inside and you will rant and rave don'
a mess, on the ladder of success Where you take one step and miss the whole first rung Dreams unfulfilled, graduate unskilled It beats pickin cotton and
miss saying your name i doubt you feel the same we were like water and oil like night and day it was clear from afar you may be beautiful and why i am
of tone suffocating my head in a bag, soon won't feel a thing this an omen or maybe just a stupid dream call it deranged and just bury me and ignore the
Ripe at 21 when it seemed new and fun looking back i thought things would get better it has been six years since some parts spent in a haze i learned
so this is where we split or where you draw the line safe to say we were all lit maybe this is where we shine this is the hardest thing i think i
