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lunes, 31 de enero de 2011

THERAPY












Mi ship went down
in a sea of sound
when I woke up alone
I had everything;
a handful of moments
I wished I could change
and a tongue like a nightmare
that cut like a blade
in a city of fools
I was careful and cool
but they tore me apart
like a hirricane
a handful of moments
I wished I could change
bue I was carried away...

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