Saturday, December 17, 2011


I will only, let you down.
But my door, is always open. Well I don't think, that I ever loved you. But the world is dying to meet you. Oh black birds they sing off the mountains. Joyous love songs that drift through the houses. But now I'm free, now i'm free, now i'm free from all your pain. Yeah I love with my heart and I hold it in my hands, but you know, my heart's not yours.

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