if i wake in the morning i'll only need two more miracles to be a saint. everything I promised everyone I'd be, well I just ain't. lately it seems like, everybody's sick, everybody's died. build myself a wall up on happy highs, knowing my heart knows my head is lying, lying. oh, glory...
miércoles, 15 de julio de 2009
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