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






martes, 27 de septiembre de 2011

In catholic school, as vicious as Roman rule
I got my knucles bruised by a lady in black
And I held my tongue as she told me
"Son, fear is the heart of love"
So I never went back.

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