Thursday, May 3rd, 2001 | 0:43
beautifully wounded

Now I could speak to everything But there's no room for my voice... So I went and trashed myself at the bar Confused for nothing... -Third Eye Blind (Tattoo Of The Sun)




I can't forget the smell Of summer trees at midnight Bending backwards to please the wind You touch the tattoo of the sun... -Third Eye Blind (Tattoo Of The Sun)



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