вторник, 20 януари 2009 г.

So look in my eyes,
What will you leave behind once you've gone?
(so precious)
You got what you came for,
Now i think its time to move on
(When will you see)
But these ghosts come alive,
like water and wine.
Walk through these streets, singing songs,
Carrying signs.
To them these streets belong.

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