
Montag, 27. Februar 2012
Sonntag, 5. Februar 2012
my tears fall down upon the wheel breaking apart is how I feel.
‘cause I’ve been shot down, everybody turn around to the sound
of my breaking heart. light a match under my paper heart.
a lonely song plays through the radio. I’m lost with no place to
go and as the moon shines down from my windshield,
well I look for something real.
‘cause I’ve been shot down, everybody turn around to the sound
of my breaking heart. light a match under my paper heart.
a lonely song plays through the radio. I’m lost with no place to
go and as the moon shines down from my windshield,
well I look for something real.
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