viernes, 19 de diciembre de 2008


Nothing about you is typical, nothing about you is predictable, you’ve got me all twisted and confused, up til now, I thought I knew love, nothing to lose and its damaged cause, patterns will fall as quick as, I do, but now. Bridges are burning, baby I’m learning, a new way of thinking now, love I can see, nothing will be, just like it was is that because?

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