вторник, 13 октября 2009 г.

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Come to me now
I want to be your best friend for all the time
I want to be the tissue for your tears
I never want to be alone
I never, never, never really thought that I could feel
A feeling that awakened me so
I was astray not knowing where I belonged
Living out of time, living out of time


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