Friday, December 18, 2009

So I'll forgive what you have done
No, you can't stay mad at the setting sun
Cause we all get tired I mean eventually
And there's nothing left to do but sleep


I will be pure,
No, no, I know I will be pure.
Like snow- like gold-
like snow- like gold--

[No lies, just love - Bright Eyes]

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