domingo, 19 de diciembre de 2010

I got a diamond in my pocket and a gun in my purse

She's running down the hill, she's running down the hill and fells. She screams, she laughs, she sais

I feel this, I feel this

She wakes up, she don't feel a thing so she cuts herself. She sais

I'm feeling this, I'm feeling this

She bleed and she bleed. She walk and she walk, she see and wish, she wonders if some one, somehow, somewhere is gonna make her feel like she could.

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