viernes, 23 de julio de 2010

I wake up every evening with a big smile on my face.And it never feels out of place.And you're still probably working.At a nine to five paceI wonder how bad that taste.
When you see my face hope it gives you hell,hope it gives you hell.When you walk my way hope it gives you hell,hope it gives you hell.

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