miércoles, 4 de agosto de 2010

Better run for cover
Your a hurricane full of lies
And the way you’re heading
No ones getting out alive
So do us all a favor
Would you find somebody else to blame
Cause your words are like bullets
and I'm the way your weapons aim
Yes I can feel the burn
With things that I don’t know about you, baby?
You’re not misunderstood
But you got, you got to go!

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