viernes, 1 de junio de 2012



It was close, so close that the walls were wet
And she wrote it out in Letraset:
"No you can't call me her name".

Tell me where's your hiding place.
I'm worried I'll forget your face
And I've asked everyone.
I'm beginning to think I imagined you all along.

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