jueves, 27 de enero de 2011

i'm falling into

memories of you,and things we used to do
follow me there
a beautiful somewhere
a place that I can share with you
so many nights, legs tangled tight
wrap me up in a dream with you
close off these eyes, try not to cry
all that I've got to pull me through is 

memories of you


Falling into memories of you and things we used to do 

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  1. Oh, Yellowcard. Gran grupo que conocí gracias a ti *-*

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