E extraordinar acel sentiment cand te duci la un eveniment fara sa stii exact ce se va intampla acolo si sa dai peste un artist ca acesta: To love, to love you Somebody to hold Somebody to care for And I would go babe To the old land I used to care for Im so confused Lying here alone locked up in my room Oh the night is cruel You I never know goodbyes The only thing I know is these walls have eyes I see birds flying You To love, to love you Somebody to hold Somebody to care for And I would go babe To the old land I used to care for Oh your fists so red Leather jacket, collar up Im bad And you hit me first Bit through my lips until they bled and hurt And I feel so strained When the only one I know in this place could change Running through my veins You To love, to love you Somebody to hold Somebody to care for And I would go babe To the old land I used to care for...
Posted on: Sun, 27 Apr 2014 03:23:38 +0000
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