...γιατί οι στιγμές με μία φίλη είναι ανεκτίμητες...
I hold an image of the ashtray girl
Of cigarette burns on my chest
I wrote a poem that described her world
That put our friendship to a test
And late at night whilst on all fours
She used to watch me kiss the floor
What's wrong with this picture?
What's wrong with this picture?
Of cigarette burns on my chest
I wrote a poem that described her world
That put our friendship to a test
And late at night whilst on all fours
She used to watch me kiss the floor
What's wrong with this picture?
What's wrong with this picture?
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