terça-feira, 12 de abril de 2011

NOT AN EXEPTION

This is the day that I promise I’d never sing of love if does not exist, cause none of it was ever worth the risk. I know you´re leaving in the morning when you wake up Leave me with some kind a proof that it was not a dream. Maybe I know, somewhere, deep in my soul, that love never lasts And we’ve got to find other ways to make it alone and keep a straight face You were not an exception, but I was on my way to believe it…

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