| A slave to love... |
13 Jun 2006 |
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Benji and I have been talking about going to Miami for a night. I could teach Benji to steal a car, he seems intent on learning that skill. Course, I know Armand will have the police track us down and toss us in a jail cell again so that he has to sweep in and come to our rescue. There are times I feel encased in a prison of his own creation.
Prison gates won't open up for me
On these hands and knees I'm crawling
Oh, I reach for you
( Armand... the name upon my lips )
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