there's a wind that blows in from the north, and it says that loving takes it's course.
come here. come here.
no i'm not impossible to touch, i have never wanted you so much.
come here. come here.
have i never lay down by your side? baby, let's forget about this pride.
come here. come here.
well, i'm in no hurry. you don't have to run away this time.
i know that you're timid, but it's gonna be all right this time.
terça-feira, 1 de dezembro de 2009
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