viernes, 25 de abril de 2008

Well when you go don't ever think I'll make you try to stay. And maybe when you get back I'll be off to find another way. When after all this time that you still owe you're still, the good-for-nothing I don't know.

So take your gloves and get out. Better get out...while you can ....When you go would you even turn to say "I don't love you like I did yesterday" Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading so sick and tired of all the needless beating. But baby when they knock you down and out It's where you oughta stay And after all the blood that you still owe, another dollar's just another blow So fix your eyes and get up. Better get up. While you can...

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