January 11th, 2009


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Baby I have been here before
I know this room, I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you.
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
But love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

Прекрасное. Только от него такая тоска жуткая, что хоть вешайся. Как будто в сердце отвертка входит.