segunda-feira, 22 de setembro de 2008

O Velho Texto Batido...

For you I was a flame
Love is a losing game
Five story fire as you came
Love is a losing game

Self professed, profound
Until the tips where down...

Why do I wish I never played?
Oh, what a mess we made...
And now, the final frame:
Love is a losing game.

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