domingo, febrero 24, 2008

Goodnight

The room was silent as we all tried so hard to remember
The way it feels to be alive

Something’s gotta change
Things cannot stay the same

It's beyond me, I cannot carry the weight of the heavy world
So goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight.

I hope that things work out all right.


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