Washed up on the shore, salt reminds you of life Forgery is impossible, wrist trembles tattooing lines Right side stays cold and empty, now, who is ok with that One thousand and one reasons, and I go back to black
9.15.2011
Back to Black
Washed up on the shore, salt reminds you of life Forgery is impossible, wrist trembles tattooing lines Right side stays cold and empty, now, who is ok with that One thousand and one reasons, and I go back to black
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