måndag 21 januari 2008
Maybe I'm too young to keep good love from going wrong. But tonight, you're on my mind so you never know. I feel too young to hold on I'm much too old to break free and run.Too deaf, dumb, and blind,to see the damage I've done. Sweet lover, you should've come over. Oh, love, well I'll wait for you. Lover, you should've come over. 'Cause it's not too late.
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