Saturday 18 September 2010 photo 1/1
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Are these the final cries of our aching souls
How come yours don't make a sound
With broken wings we're falling faster as we go
But somehow we don't touch the ground
You had me torn to pieces
...You got inside my head
That I'll be here until it's over
I'm still broken
and
My colour fades to gray
Annons