December
January 2010
There's a ghost in my lungs And it sighs in my sleep, Wraps itself around my tongue, as it softly speaks then it walks, then it walks with my legs To Fall, To Fall, To Fall, at your feet.
There's a ghost in my lungs And it sighs in my sleep, Wraps itself around my tongue, as it softly speaks then it walks, then it walks with my legs To Fall, To Fall, To Fall, at your feet.
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