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Every time I see your face
It reminds me of the places we used to go
But all I've got is a photograph
And I realize you're not coming back anymore
I thought I'd make it
The day you went away
But I can't make it
'Til you come home again to stay
I can't get used to living here
While my heart is broke, my tears are cried for you
I want you here to have and hold
As the years go by, and we grow old and gray
Now you're expecting me
To live without you
But that's not something
That I'm looking forward to
I can't get used to...
Blogado por Enio Martins @ janeiro 1, 2005 06:40 PM | TrackBackTinha que ser Mr. Starkey ... :P
Comentado por Anna C. (Ringo-girl) @ janeiro 2, 2005 08:44 AM...e sempre um treco a mais pra gente sacar, né?
Comentado por Enio @ janeiro 2, 2005 10:58 AM