martes, 11 de marzo de 2014

Paralyzed.

Paint the lines on perfect eyes that circle the object of my sincere affection, my undivided attention.

Don’t remember this. No, don’t remember this. We are losing it all, but we are gaining the world with our hands tied. Your arms placed upon mine. And the sky looks so right, and you’re mine tonight.

Lie where you won’t see yourself in that way. And we’ll ride...

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