No sleep 'till Sydney
Friday, June 18, 2010
snitches get stitches.
Loose lips sink ships and where were you when the sun went down and our bows filled with lies? Loose lips sink ships and where were you when the stern broke in two? I was left with nothing to hold onto.
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