Well, it seems to me
that you are always on my mind
so, I cross my heart and hope to die.
But I found, my dear,
my heart is held in your hands,
screaming.
So you only, my dear,
can break me.
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 12:33 AM UTC
Well, it seems to me
that you are always on my mind
so, I cross my heart and hope to die.
But I found, my dear,
my heart is held in your hands,
screaming.
So you only, my dear,
can break me.
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