"There's still a little bit of your taste in my mouth
There's still a little bit of you laced with my doubt
There's still a little bit of your ghost, your weakness
There's still a little bit of your song in my fear
There's still a little bit of your words I long to hear
There's still a little bit of your face, I haven't kissed
So close that I can't see what's going on"
segunda-feira, 23 de fevereiro de 2009
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