lunes, 16 de marzo de 2009

Come for me, Comfort me, Cover me


And after some time
I know I would go blind

But seeing wont lift binds
The vision to the eye

I lose my voice I know
But I've nothing left to say

(Nothing left to pray)

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2 comentarios:

Nacho dijo...

Oiga, esto está muerto...

¿Qué pasa?

Nacho dijo...

This is dead.