While I shiver and cry.
Tell me all will be fine. Even if tomorrow never comes, tell me that you'll always be mine. Because my blood is pulsing through my veins and I know it'll all be over, if not today. If I drop dead and die, baby, I know you'll always be nearby.
Tootch, I'm over. I'm dead.
Sunday, October 3, 2010
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