Brians ord, inte mina

2011-07-17 @ 00:10:49
You say your sorry but you don't cry, there you crawl with your head held high
Play the angel with the broken wings, push my buttons and pull my strings

You keep talking me round, you keep talking me round
,
leave me senseless
You put words in my mouth, you put words in my mouth,
till I'm defenceless
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