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All our secrets they are tailored trouble draped loose now around your hips.Your spotless instincts are valid.We Co-exist.We've got twenty-six days to work with We've got Twenty-six days to see what all gets done.I'm an addict for Dramaticts I confise the Two for Love."You can't tell me that you don't beg..."
Liar,Liar
If we're keeping score
Then we're all choir boys at best(Intrusive and arrogant)
Than back on that island that you swear by Still barely can afford(it moves,It Moves,it moves)
It reamains a question of "How Long will this hold?"
"It isn't any different now that we are..."
"Oh,don't you go there,not here,not now"
Not Here not Now
Not Now....
Liar, Liar, you silly little boy...
It Takes one to Know one.
Besides,it's just like you said...
"We're all Choir boys at best."
 fireyoukai13 · Wed Oct 18, 2006 @ 01:22am · 0 Comments |
