Donnerstag, 5. Januar 2012

Sailor, sailor, sailor, I'm sending birds to watch over you !


A biting cold, precious calling
Drown me under our street
Perfect hips, perfect hips,
She was perfect lips
Pieces of your heart, splattered on the cliff.

And it was, who let the girl out?
Let the girl out?
Don’t you miss me the way I miss you
Sailor, sailor, sailor, I'm sending birds to watch over you.

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