Westay (Remove filter)
Westway's dark
When day falls down
be mine
for the night
passes by.
You choose which
way we run
I can't choose more than one.
You got no sleep but I found my belief,
I found my belief.
The Westway's dark.
Please stay, don't fade away
Save us,
lone stars.
Wednesday 28th December 2016 10:29 am
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