Nov 2014
Sure,leave,
there's nothing left to do.
All words have been shouted,
all hope has been lost,
all tears have been cried.
Take your roses and burn them.
They don't keep me warm anymore.
there's nothing left to do.
All words have been shouted,
all hope has been lost,
all tears have been cried.
Take your roses and burn them.
They don't keep me warm anymore.
(UK)
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