Hey, yeah, hey, hey. Love, love, love, love, love. Yeah, yeah Let the(unknown)said he'd send him home. But his hope was a rope but he should have known. It's hard to understand. There was love in
Song Slack - Turin Brakes. I got a rifle on my back. Swinging past the birch trees. Well, I set of a bomb way back there. I don't care about nobody but me. I, no, I ain't slack. Ran back home and
