- cifra
Take me to the city of wasted dreams
Where there's little boys with m16's
To the city of the wasted dreams
Where there's little boys with m16s
To the city of wasted dreams
Where there's little girls barely in their teens
Dancing on laps to mechanical beat
Take me to the city of wasted dreams
Child look over your shoulder and don’t believe their smiles
Child look over your shoulder and don’t believe their smiles
