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sunday drive
Is our secret safe tonightand are we out of sight Or will our world come tumbling down? Will they find our hiding place is this our last embrace or will the walls start caving in? |
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Saturday, January 8, 2011 The saddest kind of sad is the sad that tries not to be sad. You know, when Sad tries to bite its lip and not cry and smile and go, 'No I'm happy for you'? That's when it's really sad. |