Harleen Quinzel - Intro |
[19 Aug 2012|11:58pm] |
Yeah my baby's pretty as a car crash, Subtle as a splinter Yeah my baby's smooth like sandpaper, Warm just like the winter Screaming ( 'catch me if you can' )With a cigarette in hand and it's love. It's heavy and it hurts and it's love
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[18 Aug 2012|01:54am] |
“ The line between right and wrong had blurred. In my search for truth, I have become the lie. Perhaps some secrets should remain secret. „
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