Тексты песен Peter Bradley Adams

Oh Los Angeles we leave you now At the setting of your skies As we leave the comfort of your ground With your angels we will fly Well you carried us in broken dreams Like a mother does her sons We wer

Another day, another down another shot to hell another day, the numbers rise straight into the ground it's upside down, it's upside down you say freedom, well this ain't freedom what you try to sell