domingo, 14 de octubre de 2012

Where the lonely ones roam.

Won't you come out we can paint the town red, kill a little time, you can sleep when your dead, cause it isn't over yet, get outta your head. Chase a couple hearts, we could leave them in shreds, meet me in the gutter make the devil your friend.. Just remember what I said, cause it isn't over yet.

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