lunes, 14 de abril de 2014

All that's left is a ghost of you. Tururur!

I don't like walking around this old and empty house, so hold my hand, I'll walk with you my dear.
You're gone, gone, gone away, I watched you disappear. All that's left is a ghost of you, now we're torn, torn apart, there's nothing we can do, just let me go, we'll meet again soon I hope.

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