10/04/2011 Αναρτήθηκε από τον/την gone4sure | Human | Γράψτε ένα σχόλιο
Those cocky little fires You started in the night The independent claims That just meant hold me tight The bruises on your body That you swore, were from a fight I’ll pass at your insistance
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