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
viernes, 21 de mayo de 2010
And when the coyotes they sing at the park till the city lights starts falling ride them rodes they winding down till the flame hits the ground every motion is closer to touching the coyotes sing when they call in the middle of it.
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