take what you can, we are crashing..
i'll cover you, even with a blanket of lies..
we'll turn to dust if we go down and ignite..
into a fireball..
so, fly, boy.. fly high
don't take me with you..
i'm drinking kerosene, i'm going down..
fly, boy, away from this fireball..
Sunday, March 29, 2009
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