to get In trouble after hours After a while these hot, hot nights Can turn everything sour I know it's not hard to get In trouble after hours
Watching everybody leaving, I tell myself, "Looks can be deceiving." Oh, I'm hoping that I'm not dead right This after hours, afterlife I'm not ready
Käännös: Phantom Planet. Työajan jälkeen.
drop? Will he flop? Will he go pop a cell? Is his mind frail? The worst is groove frantic, he expand the planet Plan harder, your Godfather's plans failed
PIANGI: If you can call this gibberish "art" ! CARLOTTA: Ah! Here's our little flower! FIRMIN: Ah Miss Daae, quite the lady of the hour! ANDRE: You
Thirteen hours with thirteen minds Bells toll eternally bleeding my vision Spectral sky, phantom galaxy King of fire chasing after me Liquid planets
he flop? Will he go pop a cell? Is his mind frail? The worst is groove frantic, he expand the planet Plan harder, your Godfather's plans failed I air
... or have you everything planned. is there a simple universal system of buoy and rope, that you would use to tug your weightless mass along on, till you found a planet
flop? Will he go pop a cell? Is his mind frail? The worst is groove frantic, he expand the planet Plan harder, your Godfather's plans failed I air mail
lips and peer reviewed a crashing thesis the softest demolition My eyes didn't leave you until you snuck off at 6am I was on a bus 2 hours later after
communicator... or have you everything planned. is there a simple universal system of buoy and rope, that you would use to tug your weightless mass along on, till you found a planet
