Thursday, March 17, 2005
Caarshanbe suri Fear and sweat my muscles ache I smile, and it's not a fake I fade away It troubles me, what you're gonna say Just a day away while we both know we are not supposed to stay no more intention to wait And what I really hate Is the panic that stops me from breathing My knees hit the floor And I panic more Until you open my door This is the back door Leading me out Sweep you away We'll never go on We're used to these empty words
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