Long road to ruin there in your eyes under the cold streetlights. No tomorrow, no dead end in sight.
For every piece to fall in place, forever gone without a trace. Your horizon takes its shape... no turning back, don't turn that page!
Come now, I'm leaving here tonight. Come now! Let's leave it all behind!
Is that the price you pay? Running through hell, heaven can wait...
domingo, 1 de febrero de 2009
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