domingo, 5 de julio de 2009
How long before I get in, before it starts, before I begin. How long before you decide, before I know what it feels like. Where to? Where do I go? if you've never tried then you'll never know. How long do I have to climb up on the side of this mountain of mine. All those signs, I knew what they meant. And birds go flying at the speed of sound, to show you how it all began. Birds came flying from the underground, if you could see it then you'd understand
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