domingo, 26 de septiembre de 2010

Everyday feels like a Monday, there is no scaping from the heart-ache, now I gotta put it back together 'cause it's always better late than never. Wishing I could be in California, I gotta tell you when I call ya.
We could have fallen in love, I wish we'd fallen in love.

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