The Sunday Drivers
The Sunday Drivers - The End Of Maiden Trip songtekst
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Leave me to my fate, fasten on your grave. This is rotted through, and it's too late for you. Was a quiet lane until guilt and shame. Thrust me out of you, now it's too late for you Is this where it is, the end of maiden trip? I'll remember you, now it's too late for you... Now it's too late for you.