Your like my own personal brand of heroin... day 57
Can't say nothing...
A touch from above made this.
My heart stop beating, when you are gone.
A teardrop is falling from my eye.
I will hold this feeling, I will save it.
Now I lock my heart, nobody ealse can come in.
Your scentes drive me out of my mind.
Your my kind of herion...
Baby, fly, fly, do it and come back to me.
Day of the day...
A touch from above made this.
My heart stop beating, when you are gone.
A teardrop is falling from my eye.
I will hold this feeling, I will save it.
Now I lock my heart, nobody ealse can come in.
Your scentes drive me out of my mind.
Your my kind of herion...
Baby, fly, fly, do it and come back to me.
Day of the day...
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