Sunday"s satisfaction, Monday"s home and dry, Truth is on the doorstep, welcome in the lie, All dressed up in sorrow, got no place to go, Hold back, "till it"s ready, taking it slow! Don"t they ever have to worry? Don"t you ever wonder why? It"s a part of me that tells you. Oh, don"t you ever, don"t ever say die, Never, never, never say die again!
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21 июн 2007 в 08:35