Well, sometimes I go out by myself And I look across the water And I think of all the things What you're doing And in my head I paint a picture......
jueves, diciembre 17, 2009
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Tell me where's your hiding place, I'm worried i'll forget your face.. And i've asked everyone, And i'm beginning to think i imagined you all Along...|♥|