jueves, 25 de marzo de 2010

When i was younger i saw my daddy cry and crused at the wind.
He broke his own heart, and i watched as he tried to reassemble it..
And my momma swore that she would never let herself forget.
And that was the day that i promised i´d never sing of love,
if it does not exist.












But darling, you are the only exception..

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