miércoles, 17 de febrero de 2010

I'm like hot chick that you can't even touch.

And I miss you - like the deserts miss the rain
And I miss you
I step off the train
I’m walking down your street again
Pass your door
But you don’t live there anymore
It’s years since you’ve been there
And now you’ve disappeared somewhere
Like outer space
You’ve found some better place
And I miss you - like the deserts miss the rain
And I miss you ...

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