17 avril 2006
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| There'll come a time when all of this is over Something else will grow and take it's place The brand new car: scrap metal in a junkyard The children playing will grow up and leave home Put it away this dream you can't stop dreaming Put it away this anger and desire The open road is infinitely hopeful Take all those memories and throw them in the fire And don't hurt yourself There's old man on a warm and sunny island Don't hurt yourself Nothing to lose is nothing to fight over Don't hurt yourself |
Dust keeps coming. Rust keeps coming. Weeds keep growing. Seeds keep growing
Where you going?
Marillion