18 August 2007
There's always room for something
When nothing's next to you
Hotshot, grab on to something
They're coming after you
Who you are, what you say
You're just a boy who's afraid of the dark
What yo
I was buried alive
I came back to haunt you
Are you dying to believe
I can't go on without you?
All we are is too fast for love
We're too young
I hate to love you
The night sky
Hangs above y
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