2011. március 10., csütörtök

*crushcrushcrush

they taped over your mouth
scribbled out the truth with their lies
you little spies

crush
crush
crush, crush, crush
(two, three, four!)

nothing compares to a quiet evening alone
just the one, two I was just counting on
that never happens
I guess I'm dreaming again
let's be more than this now

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