Trying to find home.
Come with me.
No one has to know.
There's nothing in my hands.
I'm running out of plans.
Without you.
Without a clue.
Dec 16, 2012
Dec 16, 2012 at 8:20 PM UTC
Trying to find home.
Come with me.
No one has to know.
There's nothing in my hands.
I'm running out of plans.
Without you.
Without a clue.
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