Thursday 18 October 2007 photo 3/4
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God bless the daylight The sugary smell of springtime Remembering when you were mine In a still suburban town When every Thursday I'd brave those mountainpasses And you'd skip your early classes And we'd learn how our bodies worked God damn the black night With all it's foul temptations I become what I always hated When I was with you then We looked like giants In the back of my grey subcompact Fumeling to make cantact As the others slept inside
Annons