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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