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2014
2014
2014
But I am hoping at the gates, they will tell me that you are mine
Walking through the city streets; is it by mistake or design, that I feel so alone on a Friday night?
Can you make it fell like home if I tell you that you are mine; it is like I told you honey?
Because sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough I don’t know why…
The road is long, we carry on; try to have fun in the mean time
Choose your last words; this is the last time, because you and I, we are going to die