martes, 3 de agosto de 2010

comeinwiththerain.

I could go back to every laugh but I don't want to go there anymore and I
know all the steps up to your door but I
don't want to go there anymore talk to
the wind, talk to the sky talk to the man with the reasons why
and let me know
what you find I'll leave my window open cause I'm too tired tonightto call your
name just know I'm right here hoping you'll come in with the rain.

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