Thursday, March 17, 2011

Life In Technicolor.

Oh love, don't let me go. Won't you take me where the street lights glow?
I could hear rain coming, I could hear the sirens sound. 
Now my feet won't touch the ground.

Time came a-creeping, oh, and time's a loaded gun. Every road is a ray of light.
It goes on, time only can lead you on. Still, it's such a beautiful night.

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