Saturday, June 12, 2010

Si je continue d'attendre.

And when I want to sleep, you need to move

But somehow it works out
And I need you to know that
It can always work out
Regardless of stains, trains, automobiles
Countries, universities, guitars
And I think I need you to worry about it
Just so I'm not alone

Sometimes it feels so lonely, and I need your hand in mine so bad.
 

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