miércoles, 10 de septiembre de 2008

Wtt

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And i feel you don't even know i'm alive, i open my mouth 'cos i waiting your love fall from the sky..

and i feel you think that i'm out of mind, and maybe you scared to be right..
you're looking at me strange like you don't know my name
you're looking at me strange like it's some kind of prase
you're looking at me strange like you want me to change.

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