back At me from the glass and lurches, oh Forgive me, on the street's I ran Turned sickness into, popular song Streets of wet black holes On roads you
face glares back At me from the glass and lurches Oh forgive me, on the streets I ran Turned sickness into popular song Streets of wet black holes On
翻訳: モリッシー. 路上で私は蘭.
glares back At me from the glass and lurches Oh forgive me, on the streets I ran Turned sickness into popular song Streets of wet black holes On roads
