Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Fading away



We chase misprinted lies
We face the path of time
And yet I fight
And yet I fight
This battle all alone
No one to cry to
No place to call home...




Can you give me sanctuary, I must find a place to hide, a place for me to hide
Can you find me soft asylum, I can't make it anymore, the man is at the door...

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