martes, 7 de abril de 2009



You could come from something, you could come from nothing. You could be a princess; you could be a working man, But in the end...We all want something else, We all want something we can't have. We all want something else, We all want something strange to us. Maybe a roll in the dirt or it's a seat in first class; We all want something we can't have.

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