21 October 2007
Many prophets preach on bended knee
Many clerics wasted wine
Do the bloody sheets
On those cobbled streets mean
I have wasted time
Are there silver shores on paradise?
Can I come in from the
Broken hearts and torn up letters
Girl you just can't dance forever
If you want to make it better...
Her hands are in her pockets
And she's scared to look
The picture's frozen
And she's closed
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