Saturday 19 January 2008 photo 3/7
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Verse one You left me hanging from a thread We once were from together I lick my wounds but I can never see them getting better Something's gotta change Things cannot stay the same Bridge Her hair was pressed against her face Her eyes were ran with anger Enraged by things unsaid and empty beds and bad behaviour Something gotta change It must be rearranged, oh
Annons