...and
I went to bed
without a thought
of what you never said...
Your life is a ship in a bottle
...and...
I'm trying to shake it...
Trying to move the waves
in your heart,
turning it back
to what you once said...
Friday, August 22, 2008
it rains, it shines, it rains, it shines... I work, I sleep, I work, I sleep, I work...
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Tror det kaldes at være levende...
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