T ime

lunes, 9 de marzo de 2009

They taped over your mouth,Scribbled out the truth.With their
lies,Your little spies.Crush. Crush. Crush,.2, 3, 4!Nothing
compares to,A quiet evening alone.
Just the
one two,Of us who's counting on.That
never happens,I guess I'm dreaming
again.Let's be more then,This now!

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