Thursday, June 11, 2009
Cause I swear out there aint where you ought to be
So catch a ride, catch a cab
Dont you know I miss you bad
But dont you walk to me
Baby run, cut a path across the blue skies
Straight in a straight line
You cant get here fast enough
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Sometimes.. most times, I think,
all we need is for someone to need us, and
the only person we have to get over
is ourselves.
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