Слова:
Mark Owen In Your Own Time

your grave Gonna stalk you I'm afraid Wanna be your F'ing pain By the way, you know it's all your fault Yeah I will get into your head And everyday out of your

Won't somebody tell me Just what's going on Won't somebody hear me I can't do right for wrong Won't somebody help me I feel I've come undone There's

Shake my bones and curl my toes, Nobody does it better, Spilt my head up to the core And wrap me round your finger Take a look outside There is nowhere