23 de nov. de 2009

it wasn't you, it wasn't me, my friend and i don't know but it feels like the end. why don't you tell me, what went wrong, don't you think we could work it out tonight? and where'd you go this world we've grown don't tell me its gone, it's just a bend in the road, but this road always goes on.
you don't want to see me, you don't want to talk on the telephone, i want to see you its just that, i don't want to see you go, no. why don't you tell me, what went wrong, don't you think we could work it out tonight?

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