+wait dear
.
.
.
.
the time is getting late here
u'm all washed up
and graced with faint applause
i'm looking for a place i'll never see again
a day turns to night
astreet i've never walked on
i was never here
just a faint reflection
a day turns to a month
a second of affection
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-birthday massacre-
Tschei Pegg 19/11/2010 20:26
schwarz.weiß
is
grau.
sam!
;-)