14 August 2009
We tried all forms of encouragement But it's still no better You just can't seem to fake or force a smile Not even a little one But baby, when I call for you I want you to come and lay it out for ever
I know a girl who cries when she practices violin. 'Cause each note sounds so pure it just cuts into her and then the melody comes pouring out her eyes. And now to me everything else, it just sounds l
It is you that I remember in their bedroom It is you that took their first away from them It is you they set their standards to You wounded them for life You were a preacher and suppose to be above me
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