Monday, 16 July 2012

#05 '97.

One, and you hold me
And we're broken
Still it's all that I want to do
Just a little now
I feel myself heavy as the ground
I'm scared but I'm not coming down no no
And I won't run for my life
She's got her jaws now locked down in a smile
But nothing is all right, all right

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