Letra de Sept20 - Richard Swift

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 home

Death do us part
Sickness and health

Made a plan, fixing myself
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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