when my old friend came crawling up the hill, broken and bloody, carrying her hair in clumps in her hands, i let her right on in, let her right in. when
when my old friend came crawling up the hill, broken and bloody, carrying her hair in clumps in her hands, i let her right on in, let her right in
when my old friend came crawling up the hill, broken and bloody, carrying her hair in clumps in her hands, i let her right on in, let her right in.
