domingo, 16 de septiembre de 2012

You and I get so damn dysfuctional we start keeping score,
you and I get sick, and I know that we can do this no more.
But baby,
there you go again making me love you,
and I stopped using my head, let it all go.
Now you're stuck on my body like a tattoo,
oh, and now I'm feeling stupid
crawling back to you.

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