Prison gates won't open up for me . On these hands and knees I'm crawlin'
Well I'm terrified of these four walls. These iron bars can't hold my soul in.
domingo, 17 de agosto de 2008
Prison.
Prison gates won't open up for me . On these hands and knees I'm crawlin'
Well I'm terrified of these four walls. These iron bars can't hold my soul in.
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