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domingo, 23 de enero de 2011


Spread yellow gunk on my pancake heart,
Country churned, girl in my grocery cart.
I paid for her dreams, she taught me to cry,
Like watery knives, like rain from my eyes.
I can't believe you're not mine,
I can't believe you're not mine.
Margerine. Margerine. Margerine.
MARGERINE. MARGERINE.

2 comentarios:

Cansada de remar donde no hay agua.