Текст песни Bad Dreams - Isaac
Out
On
the
wiley,
windy
moors
We'd
roll
and
fall
in
green
You
had
a
temper,
like
my
jealousy
Too
hot,
too
greedy
How
could
you
leave
me
When
I
needed
you,
possess
you?
I
hated
you.
(zacht)
hated
you
Bad
dreams
in
the
night
They
told
me
I
was
going
to
lose
the
fight
4x
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