miércoles, 16 de febrero de 2011

I go back to December all the time


I miss your tan skin and your sweet smile
So good to me, so right
And how you held me in your arms that September night
The first time you ever saw me cry
Maybe this is wishful thinking
Probably mindless dreaming
But if you loved again I swear I'd love you right

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