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Loving the present, but still missing the past with all that I let go of.
I can't keep the strings un-tangled.
Just don't know where to go.
Can't stand lonely nights. Not at all.
I can't keep the strings un-tangled.
Just don't know where to go.
Can't stand lonely nights. Not at all.
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Postat av: Anonym
When those tangled messes come undone
When every night is a lonely one...
Postat av: Bertil
Lonely nights.... =(
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