12/04/2010



I'll drown my beliefs

to have your babys
I'll dress like your aunt
and wash your swollen feet

just dont leave, dont leave..


I'm not living

I'm just killing time
Your tiny hands
your crazy kitten smile

just dont leave, dont leave..

and true love waits
in haunted attics
and true love lives
on lollipops and crisps

just dont leave, dont leave..
dont leave, dont leave..

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