quinta-feira, outubro 02, 2008

And you could also call it trouble.

Because you're gonna make me, make me love you.
Nothing at all, nothing that I do.
The promise I made, promise I made, oh
is starting to fade, starting to fade.

I got my hands all ready to touch your soul.
I'm gonna get the energy to wind me close to you.
Got my eyes on the prize I see, are you watching me baby?

Nothing at all, nothing that I can do.
The promise I made is starting to fade.
Just started to fade.

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