sexta-feira, 29 de abril de 2011

...i never wanted you to go, but I'd be the last to let you know...




Walk it off now
You can tell them all how, how hard we tried to work it out
Walk it off dear
Standing here with your tail between your legs

Here we stand
There's nothing left for you
There's nothing left for me
Here I am
There's nothing left for you
There's nothing left for me

I will never be what you want to see now
I will never be what you want to see now
I never wanted you to go
But I'd be the last to let you know

Walk it off now
You can tell them all how I finally let you down
Stand around here in this small town
And tell me how it feels
Tell me how it feels

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