Teksty: Betchadupa. Aiming For Your Head.
I heard you speak to me
the words I can't repeat
The seat beside the tree
I hope you're there tonight
Aiming for your head, get down
You're the only one around
You're the only one in town
Just like the record store
that I can't go no more
there's too much choice and not enough time
to find what's mine
Aiming for your, get down
You're the only one around
You're the only one in town
the words I can't repeat
The seat beside the tree
I hope you're there tonight
Aiming for your head, get down
You're the only one around
You're the only one in town
Just like the record store
that I can't go no more
there's too much choice and not enough time
to find what's mine
Aiming for your, get down
You're the only one around
You're the only one in town
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