Mama, put my guns in the ground I can’t shoot them anymore. That long black cloud is comin’ down I feel like I’m knockin’ on heaven’s door. ou Tea leaves thwart those who court catastrophe, designing futures where nothing will occur: cross the gypsy’s palm and yawning she will still predict no perils left to … Continue lendo
Say now or hold ya peace You got something to say, speak now or hold your peace. If it is information that you want, you can get it from the police. Em outras palavras, fire it up. I can take it.