Dec 12, 2005 21:06
Holidays.. eyyyyy
guitar.. eyyyy
She waits for me in my dreams.
Every night misery brings.
Haunts my day. Haunts my wake.
Oh, my lord can't you feel her grow,
inside of me. Tearing my mind.
For once my lord please help me
Believe in you.
For The Prize Of Beauty
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