agosto 16, 2005

ashcroft

All this talk of getting old
It's getting me down my love
Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown
This time I'm comin' down
And I hope you're thinking of me
As you lay down on your side
Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again

Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again

But I know I'm on a losing streak
'Cause I passed down my old street
And if you wanna show, then just let me know
And I'll sing in your ear again

Blogado por Enio Martins @ agosto 16, 2005 10:47 AM
Comentários

Gonna show.

Comentado por Ana @ agosto 17, 2005 11:43 AM
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