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05-26-2007, 07:39 PM | #1 (permalink) |
that's my war face.
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I can be persuaded by running girls, with their palms to the ground
And their arms by their sides, I can drink till the vampires hit the streets, with their cunning ways And their convincing lies You hear every tale I can weave, but y’know I’m just one of them When you look into my eyes Broken is the sound of music, those songs you Ordered me to love Your theories on life, so great in spirit, And that smile... I want no more pain for my Eleanor Kiss; kiss me again, to make sure That you don’t want to kiss anymore Nicotine fog in a ghastly gathering, I cling onto The hope that you appear Your hands are never free, when they should Beckon me I’ll take a glance as a chance that you surrender Broken is the sound of music, those songs you Ordered me to love Your theories on life, So great in spirit And that smile... |
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