30 mars 2007
Tears dry on their own
He walks away, The sun goes down, He takes the day but I'm grown, And it's OK, In this blue shade, My tears dry on their own, So we are history, YOUR shadow covers me, The sky above, A blaze only that lovers see
Libellés:amy winehouse, paroles, tears dry on their own
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