Текст и слова песни Bouncing Souls – The Guest
Lost somewhere and trying to find a place to belong to the empty alleys and
Parking lots is where I'll be when everyone goes home I like what I see it's
Nothing special to me and nothing's coming down on me I think of a place a
Time or a face staring out at the stars in the sky there's so many of them
And we're drivin' by
Parking lots is where I'll be when everyone goes home I like what I see it's
Nothing special to me and nothing's coming down on me I think of a place a
Time or a face staring out at the stars in the sky there's so many of them
And we're drivin' by
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