friends but lovers

January 14, 2009
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our days
the closest way to home is holding your hand the summer rain
without you theres pain
friends but lovers but without clocks
butterflies in my stomach
the morring mist in the air the midnight breeze blowing all throw my hair
as i see you staning next to me
i seem i'm dreaming could this all be a dream
the sweet sweet mistery has taken hold of me
i want you badly by my side by the tick tick ticking clock there goes the time !

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