Monday, February 9, 2009

another constellation dies. do what you want 'cause it's your own sky just call me when the phone stops ringing thanks for coming by.

This is the land of a thousand crosses
But it seems so few are worth the breath to say
Except I'll be looking after my own world
And you just keep on saving the day
I'll try to stay but it's in vain when you're far
I'm on the run to wherever you are



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