lunes, 27 de abril de 2009

All your dreams are made of straweberry lemonade and you make sure I eat today take me walking to where you played when you were young I ll never say that I wont ever make you cry and this I ll say I dont know why I know Im leaving BUT I ll be back another day. I wanna talk tonight until the morning light about how you saved my life

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