martes, 15 de septiembre de 2009

Everytime I try to fly, I fall without my wings, I feel so small I guess I need you, baby, and everytime I see you in my dreams I see your face, it's haunting me I guess I need you, baby.
I make believe
that you are here It's the only way I see clear what have I done, you seem to move on easy;

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