Тексты песен Адам ламберт

So I got my boots on, Got the right amount of leather And I'm doing me up with a black coloured liner And I'm working my strut but I know it don't matter All we need in this world is some love There's

All around me are familiar faces Worn out places, worn out faces Bright and early for the daily races Going nowhere, going nowhere Their tears are filling up their glasses No expression, no expression