tisdag 8 maj 2012

And the dark of the street is no solace to me



Oh the dark night is moving slower, and sleep wont resuce me
Leaving me here to suffer, this shameful misery
So I long for a taste of freedom, or at least freedom from this bed

Silently picking up my clothes, I turn on my heels and I fled.
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Noah and the Whale

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