Tuesday 13 May 2008 photo 1/1
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Now I'm sitting on a plane
Lonely flight back to L.A.
Don't come back with me
So I'll drink myself to sleep
Cut my skin until I bleed
Hold my breath all the night
'Cause it's five o'clock
The hour stops the sunlight
The buildings shade the masquerade and kill time
Time
Here we're nothing more than fools and whores and sad highs
Through the summer sand we're living in
We're living in a wasteland
Annons