January 2008
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the words on my tongue,hes been here before its quieter from the back,the light fills my lungs hes been sick far too long now,far too long she left him on a whispered hymn the winter chill cuts the air,the night biting at his lips leave everything,you can do anything my lips are an ocean, catching you in pity, with lost fortune im stranded on this isle, spare my rum and tie share your secrets...