Friday, July 24, 2009
cant fight the devil.
"Standing by a broken tree
Her hands were all twisted
She was pointing at me
I was damned by the light coming
Out of her eyes
She spoke with a voice that
Disrupted the sky
She said 'walk on over to the bitter shade,
I will wrap you in my arms and you'll know you've been saved'
Let me sign..."
M. Foster, B. Long
Her hands were all twisted
She was pointing at me
I was damned by the light coming
Out of her eyes
She spoke with a voice that
Disrupted the sky
She said 'walk on over to the bitter shade,
I will wrap you in my arms and you'll know you've been saved'
Let me sign..."
M. Foster, B. Long
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