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#830385 ·published 2007-12-23 22:48 UTC
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--Verse--
I stand with you, in the freexing cold
on a stormy night

The air is icy and the 
breath from your lips a ghostly white.

You turn to me and say,
What are we deoing here I don't know?

I said, you confuse me, and 
there are a few things I just gotta know,

--Chorus--
You said, your an aries, 
but you talk just like a scoprio,
you take photogrtaphy at college
 but you rarely show, (you like to sing and played talula in bugsy malone)

You like the colour green
much too much from what I've seen
But I can't let Go
I can't let go