Thursday, August 14, 2008

silver birch against a swedish sky
the singer in the band made me want to cry
we're all inside our own heads now
we are leaving new friends
we are leaving this town
I wish you could be here with me
I would show you off like a trophy
The road it winds,it twists,it turns,now my stomach burn


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