Monday, January 16, 2012

Dear Us,


I´m not gonna go home tonight.
I ain't gonna leave 'til I know we'll be alright.
But I´m afraid that you and I are wasting our time.
´cause your problems are just like mine--they´re hard to define.
We´re searching for things we´ll never find.
Your problems are just like mine--they´re hard to define.
Some say you have to fall to learn how to fly.
Some day we may understand just the reason why...
Some day

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