Be of good comfort, Master Ridley, and play the man; we shall this day light such a candle, by God's grace in England, as I trust shall never be put out
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
Profound Johnny Cougar
When my pride is bruised and broken She slips her hand into my empty hands. Without hope, without love, you have nothing but pain Makes a man not give a damn. It's no way for us to live. We've got to fill these empty hands.
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