viernes, 30 de marzo de 2012

I burn up all that I choose.

Don't start to panic for me, 'cause I have nothing to lose. 
I am as bright as the sun, I burn up all that I choose.
Up on the side of the field I see a city with lights.
I touch her face and I kneel, she tells me she's not alive.

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