I don't wanna be myself Yeah, baby, I just wanna run You gotta breathe, you bastard, breathe Whoa yeah, breathe, you bastard, breathe Straight into the sun, oh
Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego
I shot the sun This tear of God I shot the sun, baby
I don't wanna be myself Well, baby, I just wanna run, oh You gotta breathe, you bastard, breathe Whoa yeah, breathe, you bastard, breathe Straight into the sun
Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero Scattered at his
...Ещё
I don't wanna be myself Yeah, baby, I just wanna run You gotta breathe, you bastard, breathe Whoa yeah, breathe, you bastard, breathe Straight into the sun, oh
Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego
I shot the sun This tear of God I shot the sun, baby
I don't wanna be myself Well, baby, I just wanna run, oh You gotta breathe, you bastard, breathe Whoa yeah, breathe, you bastard, breathe Straight into the sun
Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego
I shot the sun, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah This tear of God, this tear of God I shot the sun, baby, oh This tear of God
A fact of life for all to see That every heart's a part of me A fact of life for all to see That every heart's a part of me
Whoa, whoa yeah, yeah, whoa yeah
Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego
Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego
And I shot the sun And I shot the sun And I shot the sun, baby And I shot the sun, oh yeah
Breathe you bastard, breathe Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego
Мы используем cookie-файлы, чтобы улучшить сервисы для вас. Если ваш возраст менее 13 лет, настроить cookie-файлы должен ваш законный представитель. Больше информации
Комментарии 1
I don't wanna be myself
...ЕщёYeah, baby, I just wanna run
You gotta breathe, you bastard, breathe
Whoa yeah, breathe, you bastard, breathe
Straight into the sun, oh
Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero
Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego
Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero
Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego
I shot the sun
This tear of God
I shot the sun, baby
I don't wanna be myself
Well, baby, I just wanna run, oh
You gotta breathe, you bastard, breathe
Whoa yeah, breathe, you bastard, breathe
Straight into the sun
Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero
Scattered at his
I don't wanna be myself
Yeah, baby, I just wanna run
You gotta breathe, you bastard, breathe
Whoa yeah, breathe, you bastard, breathe
Straight into the sun, oh
Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero
Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego
Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero
Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego
I shot the sun
This tear of God
I shot the sun, baby
I don't wanna be myself
Well, baby, I just wanna run, oh
You gotta breathe, you bastard, breathe
Whoa yeah, breathe, you bastard, breathe
Straight into the sun
Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero
Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego
Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero
Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego
I shot the sun, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
This tear of God, this tear of God
I shot the sun, baby, oh
This tear of God
A fact of life for all to see
That every heart's a part of me
A fact of life for all to see
That every heart's a part of me
Whoa, whoa yeah, yeah, whoa yeah
Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero
Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego
Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero
Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego
Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero
Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego
Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero
Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego
And I shot the sun
And I shot the sun
And I shot the sun, baby
And I shot the sun, oh yeah
Breathe you bastard, breathe
Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero
Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego