jueves, 23 de junio de 2011

Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet ?

She's delicate and seems like veneer
But she just makes it all too concise and too clear
That Johanna's not here

And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind.
And these visions of Johanna they kept me up past the dawn.
And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain.

But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel.

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