Siento demasiado. Intento crear para no destruirme en emociones.
I'd like to say, that I was on your mind.So I phone you at ten past three, in the afternoon.It's evening for you, and another bare hotel room.So hard to believe, that you're dreaming of me too. But it's true. You only go around, round, round
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