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14.05.2006 |
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You speak of signs and wonders I need something other I would believe if I was able But I’m waiting on the crumbs from your table
You were pretty as a picture It was all there to see Then your face caught up with your psychology With a mouth full of teeth You ate all your friends And you broke every heart thinking every heart mends From the brightest star Comes the blackest hole You had so much to offer Why did you offer your soul? I was there for you baby When you needed my help Would you deny for others What you demand for yourself? Con este post regresa la hostilidad a mi blog, ya me había tardado ¿no? Powered by AkoComment! |