segunda-feira, 27 de setembro de 2010



What you wanna say,
Wait until you get home.
I'm sick of communicating now over the telephone.
Tell me how you feel,
For I am lonely too
Need you to know
I'm just as cold and numb as you.

But I could fly away,
Or I could be no one.
And you could be the
Sunshine falling over the mountain

You could come to stay
Yes you could come right home
I don't see why I have to
Live this life all alone.

I know there is a way to make up for mistakes
I know what's happening is for a reason.

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