Teksty:
The Dead Weather Hang You From The Heavens

to grab you by the hair And hang you up from the heavens I don't know how to let you go Or if I should keep you I don't know how to let you know (Hey

you can do...to stop it I want to hang you by the hair I want to hang you by the hair I want to hang you by the hair and hang you up from the heavens

and ask: "are you still here?" it kills me badly every time i think of you, you should of asked me for help, i was a friend to you, you memory will be

met I'm complex with content but compliment the consciousness What's common sense? My kinda current condiments carry up from ??? From all the venom you