Tapp, by Gawjous Idiot |
Oh your cold fingers playing away on that piano the music carries me away floating on a boat oh im flying away oh i was such a fool for you the wound healed but the scar is still there all i need to do is breathe let the music seep into my pores exhaling beats inhaling tunes oh i never meant for this to happen why did i cry when you stood by? |
Posted: 2010-05-19 01:13:39 UTC |
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