12 апр. 2009 г., 22:42
14 мин за четене
The Format – On your Porch
I was on your porch,
the smoke sank into my skin.
So i came inside to be with you.
And we talked all night,
about everything we could imagine
cause come the morning i'll be gone.
And as our eyes start to close,
I turned to you and let you know,
that I love you.
Well my dad was sick
and my mom she cared for him. ...
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