are your hearts, Like bombs they're coming down, They're falling on me now. And this my last try, Got one thing left to prove, There's a bomber in me
are your hearts, Like bombs they're coming down, They're falling on me now. And this my last try, Got one thing left to prove, There's a bomber in
Translation: Yellowcard. Bombers.
These are your hearts, Like bombs they're coming down, They're falling on me now. And this my last try, Got one thing left to prove, There's a bomber
