I watch how the moon sits in the sky in the dark night Shining with the light from the sun But sun doesn"t give light to the moon assuming The moon"s going to owe it one It makes me think of how you act to me you do Favors and then rapidly you just Turn around and start asking me about Things you want back from me I"m sick of the tension Sick of the hunger Sick of you acting like I owe you this Find another place to feed your greed While I find a place to rest
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19 янв 2006 в 15:29