viernes, 24 de abril de 2009

Take a minute to tell you right And you can say what you want Turn around every nightSo now you're always going off Doesn't matter what I done Or if I even crossed the lineIs that the hollar going for blood Girl, it doesn't have to be a fight Throwing out the blame when you know it ain't my fault Messing with my brain when you want to see me fall There may come a time when I don't bother you at allIt isn't my call, it isn't my callHey, why you keep screaming at the top of your head?

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