domingo, 29 de enero de 2012

The world was on fire and no one could save me but you.
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do.

I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you.

And I never dreamed that I'd knew somebody like you.


No, I don't want to fall in love.
No, I don't want to fall in love
with you, with you.


What a wicked game to play, to make me feel this way.
What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you.

What a wicked thing to say, you never felt that way.

What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you and,


No, I don't want to fall in love.
No, I don't want to fall in love
with you, with you.

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