Yukon کے بول

Dance to the way she'll perform at a costume ball Yeah, that's my impression of you Bank on a life all your own Now, now But I found out It all You ought to know your burial You want it all So you carry on Yeah, you! You want it all Better break your silence for some harmony, barely Formally passing by You grow so sad and lonely like a thief As if you're out of time or lines And I decide if I should maybe dot a line or maybe run away In time, feel like a quarter bet Where's the choice in this? Where's the choice when you want it all? Another way to save your voice Another way to take your time Another way to make some noise Another way to say you're right, like always You want it all Like always Like always Like always, you want it all Ready? Yeah, cut it.