Letra de Sept20
Calling out, can't hear your name Gotta get away, gotta get away When I go, I'll go out alone Everybody knows, I'll be safe in my homeDeath do us part Sickness and healthMade a plan, fixing myself Trying not to drink, from a poisoned well Slip away, asleep in my car All the angels sing "Que sera sera"Death do us part Sickness and health