lunes, 21 de julio de 2008

Your eyes are breaking walls towards my direction...
I feel the wind blows I'm standing here, it's cold..
I want you to hold, you have no clue how much I want you..
No idea how much I need you here, I want you to hold...
So what you wanna do? Boy I want you to...
You're messing with my head.. boy I want you bad...

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