sobre coisas que desaparecem e uma pinga de coolness about it

the zombies, she's not there. com sing along e tudo
Well, no one told me about her, the way she lied. Well, no one told me about her, how many people cried. But it's too late to say you're sorry, how would I know, why should I care? Please don't bother trying to find her, she's not there.