viernes, 5 de marzo de 2010

YOUR PUPILS

While she is your muse 
im stock into your thougths 
and if you move slow slow
i ll follow you 
and your nightmares too 

guess what i knew who you are
guess what i knew you were mad man 

im here singing about you
and you are there tripping on your moon 

while you think of her 
your pupils dilate 
you cannot hide your eyes
they dont lie like your mouth 

they dont lie like your mouth 

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