domingo, 7 de agosto de 2011




Found myself just the other day in the backyard of a friends place thinkin’ about you. (…) God, my fingers burn. Now when I think of touching your hair, you have changed so much that I don’t know if I can call you and tell you I care and I would love to bring you down, plant your feet back on the ground. (…) Now you think your so damn fine, you can rule the world… no, not mine. I don’t think so.

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