September
October 2009
And when you’re out on the edge Staring in through the window, Can’ tell the figures from the walls, All the lines have been blurred... You know change just won’t come, No, change just won’t c
And when you’re out on the edge Staring in through the window, Can’ tell the figures from the walls, All the lines have been blurred... You know change just won’t come, No, change just won’t c
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