tell me about you .. » Messages: 70
» Etude/Job: Officiellement Hôtesse de l'air ; Officieusement agent du FBI
 | | Sujet: SARAH ♌ One of these days the sky's gonna break Lun 9 Jan - 18:55 | |
| +1 _________________   “…no light in your bright, blue eyes…I never knew daylight could be so violent…”
A drop in the ocean A change in the weather I was praying that you and me might end up together It's like wishing for rain as i stand in the desert But i'm holding you closer than most, Cause you are my heaven. I dont wanna waste the weekend If you don't love me, pretend a few more hours, then it's time to go As my train rolls down the east coast I wonder how you keep warm Its too late to cry To broken to move on”
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tell me about you .. » Messages: 70
» Etude/Job: Officiellement Hôtesse de l'air ; Officieusement agent du FBI
| | Sujet: Re: SARAH ♌ One of these days the sky's gonna break Lun 9 Jan - 18:55 | |
| +2 _________________ “…no light in your bright, blue eyes…I never knew daylight could be so violent…”
A drop in the ocean A change in the weather I was praying that you and me might end up together It's like wishing for rain as i stand in the desert But i'm holding you closer than most, Cause you are my heaven. I dont wanna waste the weekend If you don't love me, pretend a few more hours, then it's time to go As my train rolls down the east coast I wonder how you keep warm Its too late to cry To broken to move on”
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tell me about you .. » Messages: 70
» Etude/Job: Officiellement Hôtesse de l'air ; Officieusement agent du FBI
| | Sujet: Re: SARAH ♌ One of these days the sky's gonna break Lun 9 Jan - 18:55 | |
| +3 _________________ “…no light in your bright, blue eyes…I never knew daylight could be so violent…”
A drop in the ocean A change in the weather I was praying that you and me might end up together It's like wishing for rain as i stand in the desert But i'm holding you closer than most, Cause you are my heaven. I dont wanna waste the weekend If you don't love me, pretend a few more hours, then it's time to go As my train rolls down the east coast I wonder how you keep warm Its too late to cry To broken to move on”
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