lunes, 9 de agosto de 2010

Tell me what you want to hear,
Something that were like those years,
Sick of all the insincere,
So I'm gonna give all my secrets away.

 

 
This time, don't need another perfect line,
Don't care if critics never jump in line,
I'm gonna give all my secrets away.


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The things I do for love.

When words became unimportant
That was when I understood
I was happy to have met you.
And somewhere in that time,
Silenty and softly, like feathers,
The snow began to fall.