4.12.2010


 I get the same old dreams, same time every night. Fall to the ground and I wake up.So I get out of bed; put on my shoes, and in my head,thoughts fly back to the break-up. These four walls are closing in; look at the fix you've put me in.
 Since you been gone, since you been gone. I'm outta my head, can't take it. Could I be wrong, but since you been gone. You cast the spell, so break it.

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