December
Thursday 14 May 2009 photo 2/2
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I don´t know what comes tomorrow,
don´t know what was yesterday.
I don´t know whether to beg you not to let me go
or turn my head and walk away.
When it rained the most I so badly wanted to go out
and just stad in the mittle of it all.
But my dad said -It´s at times like that
you really should sit down and wait for the last drop to fall.
I close my eyes
I can see your shadow lying in the moonlight
I can hear your every breath
Every night I long for this,
makin´up what I´ve missed
I dream and then it seems to end
I cry and then it starts again
Don´t, don´t let me go
Don´t make me hold on when you´re not
Don´t, don´t turn away
What can I say so you wont
No don´t...
don´t let me go...
don´t know what was yesterday.
I don´t know whether to beg you not to let me go
or turn my head and walk away.
When it rained the most I so badly wanted to go out
and just stad in the mittle of it all.
But my dad said -It´s at times like that
you really should sit down and wait for the last drop to fall.
I close my eyes
I can see your shadow lying in the moonlight
I can hear your every breath
Every night I long for this,
makin´up what I´ve missed
I dream and then it seems to end
I cry and then it starts again
Don´t, don´t let me go
Don´t make me hold on when you´re not
Don´t, don´t turn away
What can I say so you wont
No don´t...
don´t let me go...
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