Baixar Mais Tocadas: letras de Nickelback

I am so high, I can hear heaven / I am so high, I can hear heaven / Whoa, but heaven, no, heaven don’t hear me / And they say

Look at this photograph / Every time I do, it makes me laugh / How did our eyes get so red / And what the hell is on Joey’s head?

Prison’s gates won’t open up for me / On these hands and knees I’m crawling / Oh, I reach for you / Well, I’m terrified of these four walls

Well I know the feeling / Of finding yourself stuck out on the ledge / And there aint no healing / From cutting yourself with a jagged edge

I’m through with standing in line / To clubs I’ll never get in / It’s like the bottom of the ninth / And I’m never gonna win