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waiting for the right edward to come in to my life
And I know
There's nothing I can say
To change that part
To change that part
To change...
Well, when you go
Don't ever think I'll make you try to stay
And maybe when you get back
I'll be off to find another way
Some say, now suffer all the children
And walk away a savior,
Or a madman and polluted
From gutter institutions.
Don't you breathe for me,
Undeserving of your sympathy,
Cause there ain't no way that I'm sorry for what I did.
Can't find my way home,
But it's through you and I know,
What I'd do just to get back in her arms,
Can't find my way home,
But it's through you and I know,
What I'd do just to get back, well, in her arms.
Post je objavljen 11.09.2007. u 21:38 sati.