"If sweet death should ever conquer me, let me know, boys, let me know. If you hear him coming, won't you let me flee? Let me go, boys, let me go."

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Amsterdam



"Stood on the edge, tied to a noose. You came along and you cut me loose. Yea, you came along and you cut me loose."

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