viernes, 8 de julio de 2011

i'm spinning, oh i'm spinning.
how quick the sun can drop away?
and now my bitter hands, cradle on broken glass of what was everything
all the pictures have
all been washed in black
tattooed everything
all the love gone bad turn my world to black
tattooed all i see
all that i am
all i'll be

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