I want her, I have her. Two years have gone now, but I can’t relate to the never-ending games that you play. As desire passes through, then you’re open to the truth, I hope you understand. And your love is standing next to me. The one you fell for makes it seem juvenile. And you’ll laugh at yourself again and again. And we’ll drink to the thought she’ll remember you maybe tomorrow. And your love is standing next to me, is standing next to me.
sábado, 9 de octubre de 2010
I love you like the stars above, I'll love you 'till I die
I can't do everything...
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