Letra da música de Hit: Best Days Of Our Afterlife

Best Days Of Our Afterlife


I was born in hell
Was raised in heaven
Grew my wings and horns
When I turned eleven
Something is wrong with me
I just cannot feel it
Everytime I earn my pride
I just rip and peel it

This is because

My father was the evil
My mother was a saint
Everyonce comes up to me
And then they just pry and faint

These are the problems
Of an angel-devil child
These are the problems
Of an angel-devil child

I was born in hell
Was raised in heaven
Grew my wings and horns
When I turned eleven
Something is wrong with me
I just cannot feel it
Everytime I earn my pride
I just rip and peel it

This is because

My father was the evil
My mother was a saint
Everyonce comes up to me
And then they just pry and faint

These are the problems
Of an angel-devil child
These are the problems
Of an angel-devil child







Captcha
A canção da Hit Best Days Of Our Afterlife é apresentado-lhe por obséquio Lyrics-Keeper. O widget pode ser usado como uma canção do karaokê Best Days Of Our Afterlife, em caso de poder carregar o fundo(arquivos .midi ou .kar). Para algumas canções disponíveis para corrigir a tradução da canção. Você também pode baixar cá uma tradução das letras da musica Hit Best Days Of Our Afterlife. Nós tentamos as reproduzir as letras de Best Days Of Our Afterlife de forma mais precisa portanto se tiver alguns modificações a introduzir em as letras de músicas, faça o favor, enviar-no-las. Se deseja baixar(download) música Hit Best Days Of Our Afterlifeno formato mp3 grátis visite um dos nossos patrocinadores músicais.