segunda-feira, 14 de março de 2011


my dna is running out i am not the guy who makes you smile now
and when we talk it’s not the same but i already lost the gene for feeling pain



so i won’t cry i will just pretend i’m still the one
and that we are in love again



but when i call you are never home and i am down to six or seven chromosomes

but you don’t care or understand how it feels to be a single double strand



(chorus)


all these molecules don’t make me who i am, you did


i’m still the one


(chorus)
(chorus)

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