viernes, 30 de octubre de 2015

keep dodging bullets
from her heart, that's a gun
the best is in our blood
god, but i'll never know

i could never love you better
besides i'm not good at making notes 
and like everybody, to mess around in town

i didn't get caught
i just let myself go

my fingers are falling into pieces
for not touching you
aching all the beautiful bones
waves are coming
come on and run

i didn't get caught
i just let myself go

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