I am a wicked child
Por Thom Yorke
Mother Mary come to me
Cause I am a wicked child
I have sinned and I am so confused and I am a wicked child
I am a wicked child
I am the Devil´s son
And I wish I could be good
I walk a crooked mile
But I wish I could be good
I wish I could be good
If I could have kept the straight and narrow
If I could have kept the straight and narrow
And not have broke your heart
Not have broke your heart
Now I wake up in the night
It's tugging at my arms and legs
Like I was a marionette
Send baby Jesus
To radiate his light
To radiate his light
lunes, 2 de junio de 2008
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