Thursday, May 6, 2010




"It's the blackest cloud, and it opens up when I walk outside, and I'm all alone.
An empty cell, the furnace chokes,
when I walk through the door of my broken home.
So please don't say you wont be going out today,
'cause anywhere I go wont be anything if your not hanging around.
'Cause anywhere I go wont be anything if your not hanging around."

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