paolo nutini
Autumn leaves under frozen souls,
Hungry hands turing soft and old.
My hero crying as we stood out their in the cold,
Like these autumn leaves I dont have nothing to hold.
Hungry hands turing soft and old.
My hero crying as we stood out their in the cold,
Like these autumn leaves I dont have nothing to hold.
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