"Sometimes I'm glad to have left you behind
Pity the day that it has to end
Friday comes speed me home again,
I've nothing but you on my Mind.
Sometimes I feel like i'm fine on my own,
Fifty Thousand miles from home.
Sometimes I'm weak and the past is my guide,
Summer returns and puts you back on my mind..."
luni, 7 septembrie 2009
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