behind her eyes there's curtains
and they've been closed to hide the flames.. remains
she knows their future's burning
but she can smile just the same... same
and though he's to big a man to say..
there's a fear they'll soon be parting ways
standing like a statue
a chin of stone, a heart of clay.. hey
segunda-feira, 11 de janeiro de 2010
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