seven-eighteen, by voxbox vacancy Subscribe to rss feed for voxbox vacancy

the world is so heavy
i've got half the mistakes
that'll lead me to cry on your shoulder
and i know that you're wishing
it was somebody else
but i need you tonight
what i've got left is nothing
you can't buy the universe
without stars in your pockets
yeah, we ain't got nothin left to bet on
and i know that you're wishing
you had something to believe in
but i've got nothin left
not a word worth believing
it's all doubt here
and a tear on your shoulder
cause this world is too heavy
for someone like me


Posted: 2006-09-03 08:41:45 UTC

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