Nov 09, 2004 12:55
at the end of the world
or the last thing i see
you are
never coming home
never coming home
could i? should i?
and all the things that you never ever told me
and all the smiles that are ever ever...
ever...
get the feeling that you're never
all alone and i remember now
at the top of my lungs in my arms she dies
she dies
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