domingo, 6 de marzo de 2011

Golden skies feed my role
This forgotten space race under my control
Whos returned from the dead?
Who remains?
You wanted more than I was worth
You think I was scared
You needed proof
Who really cares anymore?
Who restrains?
Well I don’t love you
I never did
I don’t love you
I never will

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