Слушать бесплатно Good Grief

since I'm putting down all of the true things around, but I like it I handed down the crown, given the jewels and the answers of may the thought of being ousted comes and goes when I think about it the wind blows I hate it run me out of town, somewhere a move might intended a gown at pissed at all the bowels, always the blues and a delicate smile missed all of the sideways, gull and noun chills and petty band-aids, wrapped around