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segunda-feira, 31 de outubro de 2011

Ballet flats go shopping

Nights in white satin, never reaching the end, Letters I've written, never meaning to send.
Beauty I'd always missed with these eyes before. Just what the truth is, I can't say anymore.

Gazing at people, some hand in hand, Just what I'm going through they can't understand.
Some try to tell me, thoughts they cannot defend, Just what you want to be, you will be in the end.

Nights in white satin, never reaching the end, Letters I've written, never meaning to send.
Beauty I've always missed, with these eyes before. Just what the truth is, I can't say anymore.


'Cos I love you, yes I love you,

 Oh how I love you, oh how I love you.

'Cos I love you, yes I love you,
Oh how I love you, oh how I love you.