sábado, 18 de febrero de 2012

All the things you said, they were never true, never true.

Before you say goodbye
leave the bourbon on the shelf
and I'll drink it by myself
and I love you endlessly,
darling don't you see I'm not satisfied
until I hold you tight.
Give me one more chance tonight
and I swear I'll make it right,
but you ain't got time for this
and that wreckin' bell is ringin',
and I'm not satisfied
until I hold you.

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