Woorden:
Millencolin An Elf And His Zippo

grain, it's least a struggle I am controlled by pity and I walk the street at night I see a twinkling star and I wish that I was as bright as you. It

grain, it's least a struggle I am controlled by pity and I walk the street at night I see a twinkling star and I wish that I was as bright as you. It

by grain, it's least a struggle I am controlled by pity and I walk the street at night I see a twinkling star and I wish that I was as bright as you.