Yo la tengo, te, sömn
When I heard the knock on the door
I couldn't catch my breath
Is it too late to call this off?
We could slip away, wouldn't that be better
Me with nothing to say, and you in your autumn sweater
I'll try hard, I'll try always
But it's a waste of time
It's a waste of time
if I can't smile easily
Like in the beginning
In the beginning...
panik
Friday, November 17, 2006
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