Your love has dried up like your blood
Hoping on a summer flood
Nothing left to sell or buy, we're broken from within
You used to taste like cherries, but now you taste like sin
I'm trying to find a reasons to stay
but this town's a desert in more than one way
I hope the pain won't follow me
I hope I'll find no misery
I just want to be free
Our love has dried up like the grass
Monsoon's came and pass
No water left to quench our thirst, we're broken from within
You used to smell like strawberries, but now you drip with sin
I'm trying to find a reasons to stay
but this town's a desert in more than one way
I hope the pain won't follow me
I hope I'll find no misery
I just want to be free
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
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