Friday 10 April 2009 photo 1/1
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Call me a name, kill me with words.
Forget about me it's what I deserve.
I was your chance to get out of this town,
but I ditched the car and left you to,
Wait outside,
I hope the air will serve to remind you,
that my heart is as cold as the clouds of your breath,
and my words are as timed as the beating in my chest
Forget about me it's what I deserve.
I was your chance to get out of this town,
but I ditched the car and left you to,
I hope the air will serve to remind you,
that my heart is as cold as the clouds of your breath,
and my words are as timed as the beating in my chest
Annons