April
May 2009
The soles of your shoes Are all worn down The time for sleep is now But it's nothing to cry aboutBecause we'll hold each other soon In the blackest of rooms If heaven and hell decide That they both a
The soles of your shoes Are all worn down The time for sleep is now But it's nothing to cry aboutBecause we'll hold each other soon In the blackest of rooms If heaven and hell decide That they both a
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