domingo, dezembro 09, 2007

cv

So drunk in the august sun
And youre the kind of girl I like
Because youre empty and Im empty
And you can never quarantine the past
Did you remember in december
That I wont eat you when Im gone
And if I go there, I wont stay there
Because Im sitting here too long
Ive been sitting here too long
And Ive been wasted
Advocating that word for the last word
Last words come up all youve got to waste

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