jueves, 30 de agosto de 2012
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Sing for your lover like blood from a stone. Sing for your lover, who's waiting at home. If you sing when you're high and you're dry as a bone, then you must realise that you're never alone. And you'll sing with the dead instead... -"Summer's Gone" Placebo
