sábado, 14 de noviembre de 2009



AT THE END OF THE WORLD
OR THE LAST THING I SEE
YOU ARE NEVER COMING HOME
NEVER COMING HOME
COULD I, SHOULD I
AND ALL THE THINGS THAT YOU NEVER EVER TOLD ME
AND ALL THE SMILES THAT ARE EVER, EVER, EVER.

GET THE FEELING THAT YOU´RE NEVER
ALL ALONE AND I REMEMBER NOW
AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS, IN MY ARMS SHE DIES
SHE DIES!

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