sexta-feira, 21 de maio de 2010

They were sitting
They were sitting on the strawberry swing
Every moment was so precious
They were sitting
They were talking under strawberry swing
Everybody was for fighting
Wouldn't want to waste a thing
...
Now the sky could be blue I don't mind
Without you it's a waste of time
Could be blue I don’t mindWithout you it’s a waste of time

  Now the sky could be blue could be grey
  Without you I’m just miles away
  Oh the sky could be blue I don't mind
  Without you it’s a waste of time
                                                 

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