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martes, 2 de noviembre de 2010


Tell that you're happy that you're on your own, yeah, yeah, yeah

tell me that it's better when you're all alone

tell me that your body doesn't miss my touch

tell me that my lovin' didn't mean that much

tell me you ain't dyin' when you're cryin' for me

tell me what it takes to let you go

tell me how the pain's supposed to go

tell me how it is that you can sleep in the night

without thinking you lost everything that was good in your life to the toss of the dice

tell me who's to blame for thinkin' twice

no, no, no, no 'cause I don't wanna burn in paradise!

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