Monday, February 12, 2007

cold blooded old times

"Baby, remember on the bus and my hand was on your knee
When
U love somebody it's hard to think about anything but to
breathe
Baby, I am the cub who was washed out in the
flood
When U love somebody and bite your tongue all you get
is a mouthful of blood"

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