domingo, 18 de abril de 2010

All around me are familiar faces
worn out places
worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
going nowhere
Their tears are filling out their glasses
no expression
Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrrow
no tomorrow
The dreams in wich I´m dying are the best I´ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you
...
Don,t cry.
Don´t cry no more

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