terça-feira, 22 de setembro de 2009

Just stay awhile and, baby, smile.

It seems that every time you swear to God that you're leaving, I'm down on my knees beggin' you to stay.  There's nowhere to go, so just stay with me. Cause since you've been gone, I've been beggin' you please to tell me you're not alright  and you needed to come home. To tell me you're not okay and you needed me all along.

Tudo o que eu preciso...

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