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Even though I know what I'm looking for She's got a brick wall behind her door I'd travel time and confess to her But I'm afraid she'd shoot the messenger - Every word, every thought, every sound Every touch, every smile, every frown All the pain we've endured until now All the hope that I lost, you have found (Surrender) Yourself to me..
Annons