viernes, 26 de noviembre de 2010

He thinks I'm crazy, judging by the faces that he's making. And I think he's pretty, but pretty's just part of the things he does that amaze me. And he calls me sweetheart, I love it when he wakes me when it's still dark. And he watches the sun, but he's the only one I have my eyes on. Tell me that you love me and it'll be alright. Are you thinking of me? Just come with me tonight. You know I need you, just like you need me. Can't stop, won't stop, I must be dreaming. As he moves in closer, whispering to me, "I thought I told ya." And oh, he's playing games now, and I've figured it out now that we're, now that we're closer. Two kids, one love, who cares if we make it up? His voice is sweet sound, our clothes lay on the ground. Remember the day when we started this, and you made the shape of my heart with your hands. We try to make some sense of it, but he called me on the phone and said... Go on and tell them that you love me and it'll be alright. Are you thinking of me? Just come with me tonight. You know I need you, just like you need me. Can't stop, won't stop, I must be dreaming.

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