"So soft and so tragic as a slaughterhouse"
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martes, 9 de diciembre de 2008 @ 12:05 a.m.
Keep holding on...
You´re not alone. Together we stand. I´ll be by your side, you know I´ll take your hand when it gets cold and it feels like the end. There´s no place to go, you know I won´t give in... no, I won´t give in. Keep holding on cause you know we make it trough, we make it trough... just stay strong cause you know I´m here for you. There´s nothing you can stay, nothing you can do... there´s no other way when it comes to the truth, so keep holding on... cause you know well make it trough, well make it trough. So far away I wish you were here... before it´s too late this could all disapear, before the doors close this comes to an end but with you by my side I will fight and defend, I´ll fight and defend... yeah! Hear me when I say, when I say I believe nothings gonna change, nothings gonna change destiny... what ever is ment to be will work out perfectly... |
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