Friday, 9 May 2008

What if you, could wish me away. And what if you spoke those words today. I wonder if you'd miss me when I'm gone. It's come to this, release me. I'll leave before the dawn. But for tonight I'll stay here with you, yes for tonight I'll lay here with you. But when the sun hits your eyes through your window there'll be nothing you can do.

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