all in its own way, all perfect.
100 years is one of my favourite songs. its probably the piano melody more than anything else. but every time i hear it, i am less the 15 years and more the 22.
i don’t want to be a murderer
i know saint peter won’t call my name
before its too late this could all disappear
and i don’t want to miss a thing
it doesn’t matter anyway, you know its just too little too late
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