Thursday, July 22, 2010
Pulp- Like a friend (great expectations' soundtrack)
Don't bother saying you're sorry.
Why don't you come in?
Smoke all my cigarettes - againe.
Every time I get no further.
How long has it been?
Come on in now,
Wipe your feet on my dreams.
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