- cifra
You always come to the parties
To pluck the feathers off all the birds
On your knees
I will not beg you please
I want your picture but not your words
You know they want it but there's no verse
On your own
But you cannot call it your all
We always run our heads too much
We know the reason, but such and such
On your own
You will not catch your unkown
We run our fingers together
You know it's easy the devil's plan
On your own
You cannot call me your heart
Jack of all trades
Master of none
Cry all the time
Cause I'm not having fun
You always want to be forgiven
The devil does what you ask of him
On your knees
But you cannot, you will not agree
