„I lost the angel on my shoulder at twelve years old.
Paradise I Brandon Flowers
I ain’t no choir boy.
But when the sun comes up tomorrow.
I’ll be singing a tale well told.
Since the dawn of silver and gold.“
„I lost the angel on my shoulder at twelve years old.
Paradise I Brandon Flowers
I ain’t no choir boy.
But when the sun comes up tomorrow.
I’ll be singing a tale well told.
Since the dawn of silver and gold.“
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