lunes, 31 de agosto de 2009

It won't be long my darlin'

Your eyes are fixed, your smile is so elastic.
You give me roses, but they are all just made of plastic.
Oh, I see...
YOU'RE FALLING 
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               O
                              W
                                            N!
(the world's strart spinning 'round)
You!
(now, isn't all about you)
You!
(when you're falling down, you know i'll be around)
You!
Yes, you're falling down.
Falling.

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