At the end of the day
You're so soft spoken
Don't hang your head for me
Nobody seems to believe in the reasons you feel so lonely
Nobody seems to accept them the way that I do
Oh
This teenage wasteland of ours
I feel too much
I remember the way you left me broken
Don't shed a tear for me
Nobody seems to be willing to save me from purgatory
Nobody seems to be able to shed the treadwheel
Oh
This teenage wasteland of ours
I feel too much
This drug won't take on for hours
I need this crutch
Say something, say something
Say something, say something now
Say something, say something
Say something, say something
Now
This teenage wasteland of ours
I feel too much
This drug won't take on for hours
I need this crutch
Now
I need this crutch
Man made the cars to take us over the road
Man made the train to carry the heavy load
Man made electric light to take us out of the dark
Man made the boat for the water, like Noah made the ark
Man thinks about our little bitty baby girls and our baby boys
Oi jau cia turetu padirbeti viesuju rysiu specialistai.welcome to XXI century Negi nesimato kad rusai iki mano amziaus megsta vakarietiska kultura.ta pati muzika filmai drabuziai keliones.jiems priklauso ateitis te seniai pasilaidoja po tankais o ne jie