Smog - The Morning Paper Songtexte

Songtexte The Morning Paper - Smog




The morning paper is on its way
And it's all bad news on every page
So I roll right over
And go to sleep
The evening sun will be so sweet
I roll right over
And I have this thing
The red apple falls



Autor(en): William Rahr Callahan



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