Come As You Are
Come as you are, as you were,
As I want you to be
As a friend, as a friend,
as an old enemy
Take your time, hurry up
The choice is yours, don't be late
Take a rest as a friend
as an old memoria
Come dowsed in mud, soaked in bleach
As I want you to be
As a trend, as a friend,
as an old memoria
And I swear that I don't have a gun
No I don't have a gun
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
The Choice Is Yours
Posted by desquire at 4:45 AM
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