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lunes, 6 de junio de 2011

Falling, not flying.


Just come, just fly
no touch, just "good night"
you know I'll shout your name to begin
this torture that is all the remembering.

On my own, drawing your face everywhere
and fire climbs by my legs
there's no way I'm diying tonight
but how it happens to be ?

and baby, you know the cold is a murderer
you know you just need to be around,
you just need to huge, just need to breath
to make this loveless heart stop, and becomes yours forever.
Forever.

And by now you should be going
by now the heat should stop makin' me cry
but everynight gets worst, and I don't want to fly
without you right there, by my side.

I know you hear my begging, I know you see my crying
I know you feel my arms, I know it was supposed to be tonight
it should have been tonight, it could have been tonight
you know I'm no bad for you baby, you mustn't have gone home tonight.

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