February
27 March 2008
On a cobwed afternoonIn a room of emptinessBy a freeway I confessI was lost in the pagesOf a book full of deathReading how we'll die aloneAnd if we're good we'll lay to restAnywhere we want to goIn yo
And I'd give up forever to touch you'Cause I know that you feel me somehowYou're the closest to heaven that I'll ever beAnd I don't want to go home right nowAnd all I can taste is this momentAnd all I
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