"The police are coming too slow now. I would have died. I would have loved you all my life."

sábado, 1 de diciembre de 2012

YOUTH KNOWS NO PAIN

Come down from where you are and get down. We are what we are not, we are found. To the sounds of the bells and the guns. We've taken all our vows we are found. So come on honey blow yourself to pieces. Come on honey give yourself completely. And do it all although you can't believe it.

With the wind in my hair, we are free

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