I'm Holding On To Something That Used To Be There Hoping It Will Come Back, Knowing It Won't

Thursday, October 20, 2005

haze of love

Its four o clock in the morning
Or maybe its five
I think Im alive
And I think Ill survive
But I cant cut through this haze of life
this haze of mine
haze of love
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