miércoles, 27 de octubre de 2010

My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why
I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be gray,
put your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad,
it's not so bad..

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