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| Thursday, February 26, 2004 |
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still a little bit of your taste in my mouth
still a little bit of you laced with my doubt
still a little bit hard to say what's going on
still a little bit of your ghost, your witness
still a little bit of your face i haven't kissed
you step a little closer each day still i can't say what's going on
stones taught me to fly
love taught me to lie
life taught me to die
till its not hard to fall when you float like a cannonball
still a little bit of your song in my ear
still a little bit of your words i long to hear
step a little closer to me so close that i can't see what's going on
- Cannonball by Damien Rice
everything you want is not everything you need. |
posted by maldita @ 8:29 AM
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