Inner Workings of a Deeply Religious Reforming Goth
Sunday, March 15, 2009
And my heart, it don't beat, it don't beat the way it used to
and my eyes they don't see you no more.
and my lips, they don't kiss, they don't kiss the way they used to
and my eyes don't recognise you no more.
--The Killers
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