In a book- in a box- in the closet In a line- in a song I once heard In a moment on a front porch late one june In a breath inside a whisper beneath the mooon There it was at the tip of my fingers There it was on the tip of my tounge There you were and I had never been that far There it was the whole world wrapped inside my arms And I let it all slip away What do I do now that you're gone No back up plan no second chance And no one else to blame All I can hear in the silence that remains Are the words I couldnt say Theres a rain that will never stop fallin There a wall that I tried to take down What I should have said just wouldnt pass my lips So I held back and now we've come to this And it too late now What do I do now that your gone No back up plan no second chance And no one else to blame All I can hear in the silence that remains Are the words I couldnt say What do I do now that your gone No back up plan no second chance And no one else to blame All I can hear in the silence that remains Are the words I couldnt say

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MSA92 Thu 17 Jan 2008 18:37

tredje versen saknas:(

Should have found a way to tell you how I felt now the one is myself

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