Dec 2014
The way you write,
It's like painting the sky.
The way you speak,
Makes my heart grow weak.
The way you make me feel,
Is like insanity on wheels.
It's like painting the sky.
The way you speak,
Makes my heart grow weak.
The way you make me feel,
Is like insanity on wheels.
(Beyond Imagination)
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