martes, 18 de octubre de 2011

Cried all night, till there was nothin'  more. What use am I as a heap on the floor. Heaving devotion but it's just no good. Taking it hard, just like you knew i would...
Oh old habits die hard, when you got, when you got a sentimental heart. Piece of the puzzle, and you're my missing part... Oh, what can you do with a sentimental heart?

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