sexta-feira, 22 de outubro de 2010

Fallen leaves, like a blanket at my feet. There's a canopy of stars and I just miss you like crazy. Suddenly, the world's too big and the hours move too slow and I just wish that you were holding me near. Seven days, it feels like a year ou whisper through the line and you know I miss you like crazy. So baby can you steal a plane, a boat, the fastest train. You know it just don't feel the same when you're gone.

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