Lyrics:
Program The Dead Humdrum

go? And as these seasons change, our lives are rearranged, locked inside our hope remains. Got off the bus, without a fuss, Growing old and numb, I am surrounded by humdrum

go? And as these seasons change, our lives are rearranged, locked inside our hope remains. Got off the bus, without a fuss, Growing old and numb, I am surrounded by humdrum