Aug 29, 2008 13:19
"please baby come down to the shoreline hear the last song that i ever wrote"
I've been sick all day
"MY DEAR YOU SWORE you'd make it home by morning now every day i sit and stare at the sea"
IT wont go away
"and every wave to crash without warning sings how you chose the ocean floor over me"
make it.
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