October
Saturday 26 January 2008 photo 3/6
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Look to the clock on the wall, Hands hardly moving at all. Can't stand the state that I'm in Sometimes it feels like the walls closing in O lord what can I say I am so sad since you went away time time ticking on me Alone is the last place I wanted to be Lord what can I say Try to bury my toubles away drowns my sorrows the same way seem that no matter how hard I try It feel like somethings just missing inside O lord what can I say I am so sad since you went away time time ticking on me Alone is the last place I wanted to be Lord what can I say How many rules can I break how many lies can I make how many roads can I turn to find me a place where the bridge doesn't burn
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