Each morning I get up I die a little, can barely stand on my feet; take a
look in the mirror and cry, Lord what you're doing to me? I have spent all my years in believing you, but I just can't get no relief, Lord, somebody, can anybody find me somebody to love?
martes, 31 de agosto de 2010
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