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sábado, 26 de febrero de 2011

Talking to the songbird yesterday, flew me to a past not far away, she's a little pirate in my mind, singing songs of love to pass the time. Gonna write a song so she can see, give her all the love she gives to me, talk of better days that have yet to come, never felt this love from anyone.
He's not anyone, he's not anyone, he's not anyone.
A man can never dream these kind of things, especially when she came and spread her wings, whispered in my ear the things i'd like, then she flew away into the night.
Gonna write a song so she can see, give her all the love she gives to me, talk of better days that have yet to come, never felt this love from anyone.
¡He's not anyone, he's not anyone, he's not anyone!


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