Sunday 2 December 2007 photo 1/1
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I've reached a low, don't you know You're the apple of my eye I'm running low, with this show No matter how I try I'm sick of this angst, don't need thanks You're the apple of my eye I drink a lot of wine When I am alone I lose my track of time My ideas turn to stone I pretend I'm sad That I'm still so small But I'm not upset If I fall on my knees And beg like a dog
Annons
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