I've still got your face painted on my heart scrawled upon my soul. Etched upon my memory baby I've got your kiss still burning on my lips the touch of my fingertips. Is love so deep inside of me
miércoles, 26 de noviembre de 2008
How many special people change? How many lives are living strange? Where were you while we were getting high? Slowly walking down the hall Faster than a cannonball Where were you while we were getting high?
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