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In between the moon and you, the angels get a better view, of the crumbling difference between wrong and right.
Steps out the front door like a ghost, into a fog where no one notices the contrast of white-on-white.
Round here we touch like lions, but we sacrifice like lambs...
Round here... she's slipping through my hands.
snotgrass added this comment 2008-03-28 10:34:49-05:00
i love this song
princetheripper added this comment 2008-02-09 01:57:03-06:00
sweet "Alt3"l
snotgrass added this comment 2008-03-28 10:34:49-05:00
i love this song
princetheripper added this comment 2008-02-09 01:57:03-06:00
sweet "Alt3"l