Thursday 8 November 2007 photo 1/1
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Up on a roof, looking over the city all by myself thinking: There is nowhere I would rather be than here, so why am I not Like the others, and why are you not here with me doing crossword puzzles Saying: it’s going to be okay, summer’s going to take the pain away When I’m gone, I promise It’s going to be okay, summer is going to take the pain away Have you ever had the feeling that no one really knows what you’re all about? And when you try to show them they all have things to do tonight, tonight?
Annons