Vertaling: Het worstelen. Papa Roach-"Last Resort".
She came from Providence, the one in Rhode Island Where the old world shadows hang heavy in the air She packed her hopes and dreams like a refugee
She came from Providence T he one in Rhode Island Where the old-world shadows hang Heavy in the air She packed her hopes and dreams Like a refugee
last resort, suffocation, no breathing Don't give a fuck if I cut my arms bleeding this is my last resort Cut my life into pieces I've reached my last
Cut my cake into slices This is my raspberry torte No culination, no freezing Don't give a fuck if potato needs peeling This is my raspberry torte
She came from providence, the one in Rhode Island, Were the old world shadows hang, heavy in the air, She packed her hopes and dreams, like a refugee,
: She came from Providence, the one in Rhode Island Where the old world shadows hang heavy in the air She packed her hopes and dreams like a refugee
: She came from Providence T he one in Rhode Island Where the old-world shadows hang Heavy in the air She packed her hopes and dreams Like a refugee
: And here the air i breathe isn't dead Enter life of what's still here Close the door away from near Shrouded in autumn's grave ascension Though the
: She came from providence, the one in Rhode Island, Were the old world shadows hang, heavy in the air, She packed her hopes and dreams, like a refugee
: Cut my cake into slices This is my raspberry torte No culination, no freezing Don't give a fuck if potato needs peeling This is my raspberry torte
holes, lonely arcade doors It's a disgrace on the concrete shore I got a room in the last resort I got a room in the last resort Driving down your motorway