domingo, 15 de noviembre de 2009

Does it mean you don’t love me anymore?
I hear the clock a-ticking on the mantelshelf,
See the hands a-moving, but I’m by myself,
I wonder where you are tonight and why I’m by myself,
I don’t see you.
Does it mean you don’t love me anymore?
Sorry that I doubted you
I was so unfair,
You were in a car crash and you lost your hair,
You said that you would be late an hour or two
I said that’s all right I’m waiting here just waiting to hear
from you.

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