sexta-feira, 18 de dezembro de 2009

without thinking

...and when the morning comes
and everybody runaway
we're out to get her
but all the world runaway
and your so close to my arms
but so far from my
hands
I would want you to know
that I do understand
and if the morning comes
along
and all the world runaway
I would you want you to know
that I'll never
runaway from you...

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