| citāts |
Feb. 5th, 2010|06:47 pm |
Set out along the way
Inching the wrong way
I guess I don't want to go far
And when I'm riding
Don't notice who's driving
My head is alone in the stars
Within in my dreams
I never seen any frowns
Within in my dreams
You are in every town
Stumbling backwards and tripping on flowers
I don't seem to find any truths
I filled up with sorrow
From here 'till tomorrow
But when my eyes close I'm with you |
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