two-hundred mile space, by ♥ Break The Tradition |
caught in his heart but its too late temptation runs wild and you're playing with fate caught under the spot light found under a lovers sheet turn to a clean slate another night on the street rare as the hearts that you steal you give yours away stolen to a man as the relationship frayed this could be the last chance she has another night under the sheets another night in the streets locked in his arms cold dead embrace lovers lost and looking two-hundred mile space |
Posted: 2006-04-22 03:29:13 UTC |
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