Tuesday, 8 December 2009

3:53am on this cold lonely winter night

If it's wrong to do what is right,
what else can there be done

I don't wanna leave or run
Becos I've got no place to go
And it is such a small world
As far as I go
I'll still be found
Sooner or later
Tell me now what should I do?

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