But in the morning,
When the sobriety strikes
And the smoke has cleared
What will we have? Just another broken memory of a face that fades more and more every day of a night of drinking poison and doing all possible sins
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 5:36 PM UTC
But in the morning,
When the sobriety strikes
And the smoke has cleared
What will we have? Just another broken memory of a face that fades more and more every day of a night of drinking poison and doing all possible sins
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