domingo, 6 de junio de 2010

She opened her heart to a tearaway, a sheepskin tearaway.
He was covered in scars and full of heroin and everyone said from the start, not one single thing could ever be okay.
She didn't listen anyway, she just opened her heart and threw her cares away.
At night they held on so tight in the dark, he brushed her hair away.
She heard him say: "All my life I've been fighting and making the best of a very bad lot indeed..."

She said: "All your fighting got you nowhere if nowhere's here with you on my skin. And you could fight forever but if you killed them all you'd never win. So give me your surrender, there are other ways to kill the pain, that stuff will never mend you, it's like trying to dry your eyes in the pouring rain"

She opened her heart to a tearaway, a sheepskin tearaway. All covered in scars and full of heroin. tearaway, a sheepskin tearaway...

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