It's raining outside I run away by foot...... may I come inside?
Lost in the empty street You are supposed to follow me But you are too proud too do it
Here in my bed you're miles away from me Here in my head you're never close to me
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It's raining outside
may I come inside?
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
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