She and I are heading West,
into the setting of the sun.
Where,
the day's been filled and the light spills away
and the night makes its bed
that is where we shall stay,and
at my side she'll be there for me
my locked and loaded armoury
riding shotgun.
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 12:57 AM UTC
She and I are heading West,
into the setting of the sun.
Where,
the day's been filled and the light spills away
and the night makes its bed
that is where we shall stay,and
at my side she'll be there for me
my locked and loaded armoury
riding shotgun.
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