Monday, 19 October 2009

This Way, That Way.

Songs of desperation, I played them for you. A moment, a love, a dream, aloud, a kiss, a cry. Our rights, our wrongs. So stay there, 'cause I'll be coming over while our blood's still young, it's so young, it runs. And won't stop 'til it's over, won't stop to surrender.

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