lundi 3 juin 2013

You're nowhere to be seen

Do you think our desires still burn I guess it was desires that tore us apart There has to be passion A passion for living, surviving And that means detachment Everybody has a weapon to fight you with To beat you with when you are down There were too many defence between us Doubting all the time Fearing all the time Doubting all the time Fearing all the time That like these urban nightmares We'd blacken each other skies

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