Saturday, December 22, 2007

busan yang amat

Rose-tinted view.And satellites that compromise the truth. I wanted more
With the cuts and the bruises. Touch my face.A hopeless embrace

Faith, it drives me away. But it turns me on. Like a strangers love
It rockets through the universe. It fuels the lies, it feeds the curse
We, too, could be glorious

I need to believe. But I still want more. With the cuts and the bruises. Don't close the door
On what you adore

Faith, it drives me away. But it turns me on. Like a strangers love
It rockets through the universe. It fuels the lies, it feeds the curse
We, too, could be glorious

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