the city seen for the first time, in its first wild promise of all the mystery and the beauty in the world.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
your ignorance is treason.
I believe like a liar would believe Helps me navigate the wooden smiles, the raging seas And all my heros pull their heads Like a fighter would, I guess No one ever really likes getting older I traded my dreams for this mess of memories.
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