April
May 2009
Well, I hear its fine if you got the time And the ten to get yourself in. A hmm, hmm. And I hear its tight most evry night, But now I might be mistaken. Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm.
Even though what I received Thinking evil minds are pure Someday I'll walk out through that door
Run for your life, run forever, your eyes tell a lie and the liar must always die. Stay for a while, stay forever.
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