April 2011
What about the days when we used to talk?
it’s not about you
I know exactly what I'm doing.
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I believe in the sand beneath my toes. The beach gives a feeling, an earthy feeling. I believe in the faith that grows. And the four right chords can make me cry. When I’m with you I feel like I could die. And that would be all right.
“A friend to all is a friend to none.”
