Jonathan Boulet

Traveller
My friends are bored and coming down Stepped in my town, my town When we run out of things to do Why don't they come to darkness? I guess I live and die here Oh, I got nowhere to go We knew it got no turn to glare You took anybody you can What does it all mean? I dare you to daze! I guess I live and die here Oh, I got nowhere to go I'm getting nowhere to go, oh Yeah From Letras Mania