miércoles, 17 de agosto de 2011

Where are you my sweet fake love?

Well, I'm standing here, freezing, inside your golden garden.
Uh got my ladder, leaned up against your wall
tonight's the night we planned to run away together.
Come on Dolly Mae, there's no time to stall
but now you're telling me..
I think we better wait till tomorrow..

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