27 de julho de 2007

And Im
Dying for you each day
You were the meaning of truth
Everything paired out on you
So I dropped you in the sky
Black is no further than white
A prison is colder than free
Angel, am I still me?
Take me back
I saw such things in my sleep
Creatures that taught me to speak
And sang me a tune
Sang me a tune

Guillemots - Cat´s Eye

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