2011-09-03 P2<br>
Words is a Crime
Throw me in a jail cell With no window And an uncomfortable bed Might as well Admit that I rather Spend a lifetime here If I’m not allowed to say Baby, baby, baby I will be held guilty for my crime Split fire Sirens in the street For standing outside your window of thoughts And screaming out my defeat Well words don’t need a reason
I’m sorry for what I’m about to do Baby You, Baby You You For committing this crime I’m sorry my friend
I’m sorry my friend
I’m sorry my friend
See you can run But you can’t hide Love will track you down Words don’t need any expectations And I’m never gonna fade to silence
Cause with you
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