"Old ballet shoes tossed in the corner.
I put my cigarette out on the floor.
Same old broken down face in the mirror,
And fist sized hole in the door...."Jericho (Old Version)
"Same place I've always been
crossing the roads again
no more tears
my hands..."Jericho
"March around
Jericho loved the music and fell
into your arms breathless
Heard a sound..."|
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