onsdag 15 februari 2012

We could spend our time wondering what could be
and we could ask of God to show us where we stand.
You could follow me back to where we met.
But what have you been dreaming of?
I'm going to live, but I'm living far away.
I'm going to die. I'm dying for a way out.

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