December 2008
i always hear you calling calling for the good old days because there were no good old days these are the good old days
The more that you follow me The more I get lost You think that you know me You're pissing me off Yeah, you said that you love me Why don't you fuck off? Anyone who
It was the wicked and wild wind Blew down the doors to let me in. Shattered windows and the sound of drums People couldn't believe what I'd become
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