In my hour of need
Ha you're not there
And though I reached out for you
Wouldn't lend a hand
Through the darkest hour
Grace did not shine on me
It feels so cold, very cold
No one cares for me
domingo, 7 de agosto de 2011
Sólo el perfume de tu piel me haría soñar, sentir.
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