Я буду петь и колдовать, пока смеётся это Солнце...
Заснул, спал и проснулся с одной и той же музыкой в голове.


How much of it's genetics?
How much of it is fate?
How much of it depends on the choices that we make?
He says I have her eyes, did I also inherit his shame?
Is heredity the culprit?
Can I stop it, or am I a slave?

I'm infected by your genetics
I'm infected by your genetics
What hope has a girl who is sick?
My dream of a life past this fence
It really makes no difference
'Cause I know that I'll never be fixed
Tell me why, oh why are my genetics such a bitch?

Oh, I want to go outside
Outside
Oh, I want to go outside
Outside





@темы: мой архив нетленного добра, восторги и эмоциональный перегруз