I'll be what you need me to be.
I can't hide, and there's no time to flee.
This is something you did.
Off you go, to the highest bid.
I think now I'll turn away.
Try and and live another day.
Dec 25, 2012
Dec 25, 2012 at 11:33 PM UTC
I'll be what you need me to be.
I can't hide, and there's no time to flee.
This is something you did.
Off you go, to the highest bid.
I think now I'll turn away.
Try and and live another day.
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