quinta-feira, 13 de janeiro de 2011

Owner of a Lonely Heart

It kills me at the end of the day, so I don't wanna go to bed. It kills me to know you won't be there when I get home.
Just the idea used to terrify me, and I'm not kidding, cause at the end of the day... I am lonely too.
Can't you see that?

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