Thursday 15 May 2008 photo 1/1
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the promises we brake
the drugs we take
the things that makes us us
the fights we fight
the fires we light
the things that makes me you
everything can not be smoothe
when the rust gets hard
come to me, i'll soothe
everything can not be comfort
when the lights go out
come to me, i'll unhurt
en annan av de nya grejjerna jag pillar med. en fet soloplatta kanske?
Annons