Nada parece estar roto hoy (sólo la voz del que llega tarde).

lunes, 24 de agosto de 2009

You've gone away, you don't feel me anymore
The worst is over now and we can breathe again
I wanna hold you high, you steal my pain away,
There’s so much left to learn, and no one left to fight.

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