terça-feira, 8 de dezembro de 2009

When it rains.

And when it rains on this side of town.
It touches everything.
Just say it again and mean it.
We don't miss a thing.
You made yourself a bed at the bottom.
Of the blackest hole and convinced yourself,

That it's not the reason you don't see the sun anymore...

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