viernes, 25 de marzo de 2011

I wonder what it's like to be loved by you I wonder what its like to be whole and I don't walk when there's a stone in my shoe all I know, that in time I'll be fine I wonder what it's like to fly so high or to breathe under the sea I wonder if someday I'll be good with goodbyes but I'll be okay if you come along with me...

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