domingo, 20 de marzo de 2011

The same butterflies.


Dear God the only thing I ask of you is to hold her when I'm not around,
when I'm much too far away.
We all need that person who can be true to you.
I left her when I found her, and now I wish I'd stayed
’Cause I'm lonely and I'm tired I'm missing you again, oh no, once again

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