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Apr 17, 2007 23:35

Tonight I'm tangled in my blanket of clouds, dreaming aloud.

Things just won't do without you, matter of fact; I'm on your back.

If you walk out on me, I'm walking after you.

If you'd accept surrender, I'll give up some more, werent you adored.

I cannot be without you, matter of fact; I'm on your back.

Another heart is cracked in two, I'm on your back.
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