Nada parece estar roto hoy (sólo la voz del que llega tarde).
jueves, 7 de mayo de 2009
I've been spendin' way too long checkin' my tongue in the mirror and bendin' over backwards just to try to see it clearer my breath fogged up the glass and so I drew a new face and laughed I guess what I'm a sayin'is there ain't no better reason to rid yourself of vanity and just go with the seasons it's what we aim to do our name is our virtue
I won't hesitate no more, no more it cannot wait, i'm sure there's no need to complicate our time is short it cannot wait, i'm yours.
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