Please don't mind
but i can read
the absence of your beliefs
Fills the party
bath us in guilt
Promisses in the air
look you in the eye
time and his giant hands
waving goodbye
Girl you have to cross
run for your life or hide
in your closet of misfortune
where rags won't justify
segunda-feira, 31 de agosto de 2009
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