Soñadores trepando nubes

miércoles, 26 de mayo de 2010

I'm holding on for dear life and one more beer. I guess you could say it's a sick little show,
A bottle of troubles and a bed full of woe
It's easy to see without looking too far, you have to be a saint to be as sick as you are.
Half the world's asleep, The rest of them are dreaming.
God forbid if you forget to close the door as you're leaving.
I hate to see you in a bind.

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