You sit there in your heartache, waiting on some beautiful boy to save you from your old ways.
Can we climb this mountain? I don’t know. Higher now than ever before, I think we can make if we take it slow.
He doesn’t look a thing like Jesus, but he talks like a gentleman, like you imagine when you were young.
Can we climb this mountain? I don’t know. Higher now than ever before, I think we can make if we take it slow.
He doesn’t look a thing like Jesus, but he talks like a gentleman, like you imagine when you were young.
The Killers
2 years ago
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