Gate Crashers - текст песни
Gate Crashers
You wanna die before you get old Your red hot temper has grown cold You guard the scne you struggle to own You think it's a restricted zone
Been around so long you don't know your name Your head is swolen with all that fame
Your loving fans are growing few With tunes so old, they're sick of you Your hairs too long and so's your set You won't be too hard to forget
-CHORUS-
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