domingo, 21 de fevereiro de 2010

Memories lookin fun that we had on photographs in the wall
Now I can't make you smile or hear you laugh anymore
And I can't help or ask, that's the point of it all...
Call it love, call it blame, call it joy, call it pain
But I found, call it girl/boy what you made is as painful as hell
To be here while you're there don't need nobody else.
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