domingo, 3 de maio de 2009

My killer... My lover.

How many special people change?
How many lives are living strange?
Wake up the dawn and ask her why
A dreamer dreams, she never dies
Wipe that tear away now from your eye
Slowly walking down the hall
Faster than a cannonball
Where were you while we were getting high?

Dream brother my killer my lover.

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