Friday 16 November 2007 photo 2/4
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Rise Against - The good left undone So I tell myself, I tell myself, it's wrong. There's a point we pass from which we can't return. I felt the cold rain of the coming storm... All because of you, I haven't slept in so long. When I do I dream of drowning in the ocean longing for the shore where I can lay my head down. I'll follow your voice all you have to do is shout it out!
Annons