sábado, 13 de agosto de 2011

Up on Melancholy Hill

There's a plastic tree

Are you here with me?

Just looking out on the day of another dream

Well, you can't get what you want, but you can get me
So let's set up and see

Cause you are my medicine

When you're close to me, when you're close to me

If you can't get what you want

Then you come with me


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