doom in my heart and blood in your eyes. There's doom in my heart and blood in your eyes. I wish we weren't the losing kind. I wish we weren't the losing kind
in my heart and blood in your eyes. There's doom in my heart and blood in your eyes. I wish we weren't the losing kind. I wish we weren't the losing kind
wastin time with the bums if you want to I got long though, you know how the song go My name hold weight, far from a John Doe It so strange how the game
her What we gonna do about this What we gonna do about us Ain't no sense in crying over spilt milk [1] Asked you who he was you said John Doe
about her? What we gonna do about this? What we gonna do about us? Ain't no sense in crying over split milk Asked you who he was, you said John Doe
her What we gonna do about this What we gonna do about us Ain't no sense in crying over spilt milk Repeat 1 Asked you who he was you said John Doe
's tune in my heart and blood in your eyes There's tune in my heart and blood in your eyes I wish we were the losing kind. I wish we were the losing kind
