mardi 12 août 2008

Fake Plastic Trees.


Don't you wanna sleep my broken darlin'
Don't you wanna sleep sleep at last

You've fot to swallow all your tears my broken darlin'
Melancholic drinks are good for the dreams

If a love dream comes do I have to scream ?
Keep the dream but never scream
The hunger is dangerous for your tiny heart.

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