ve separated my life from truth
This cold air taste real
Ive stumbled back
Im back
My lamp is almost burned
Reminds me of your eyes
When you calmly said
Weve no more space
For all your tired and dirty past
And I believe it all to be true
Beyond this time, youll pull through
My lamp has almost burned
Reminds me of your eyes
When you calmly said
Weve no more space
For all your tired and dirty past
And I believe it all to be true
Beyond this time, youll pull through
domingo, janeiro 31, 2010
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