Testi:
Brodie I Know

of you Please stop these stupid games and see the truth: I watch you drive away and I know that this is not the end 'cause we've played this game before and I know I

Words & Music by Steven Page & Ed Robertson I know why I like you it's cause of your clothing and your haircut and 'cause you're racist. I have a match

prove Or friends to lose I think I'm talking in circles I haven't slept in weeks Sleep is for the week I'm tired of numbers and names no one hears a word that I say I

She's got, a couple down Shooting shots like, with a gun Think she's gonna die Go on, Go on, Go on, Go on, Go on... Go on, Go on, Go on, Go on, Go on

I know why I like you It's cause of your clothing and your haircut And 'cause you're racist I have a matchyour face My asking you questions you can't

: ?Los recuerdos se hacen de mujeres perdidas? por eso mi memoria arrastra collares de espinas De noche suelto los tornillos, sueno que me nombran Adan