domingo, 14 de junio de 2009

Love
This is getting harder
And I can't seem to pick you out of the crowd
But you my dear
Have been discovered a liar
And I'm afraid that this is building up for far too long

And this is not the time or place for us to speak like this
Even if I had the thought I'd never dream of it
So dry your hollow eyes and let's go down to the water

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