segunda-feira, 16 de julho de 2012

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If you're leaving will you take me with you?
I'm tired of talking on my phone
There is one thing I can never give you
My heart will never be your home.

So what's the matter with you?
Sing me something new... don't you know?
The cold and wind and rain don't know?
They only seem to come and go away.

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