5 нояб. 2007 г., 10:36
4 мин за четене
In These Arms
You want commitment
Take a look into these eyes
They burn with a fire, just for you now
Until the end of time
I would do anything
Id beg, Id steal, Id die
To have you in these arms tonight
Baby I want you like the roses
Want the rain
You know I need you
Like a poet needs the pain ...
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