viernes, 9 de octubre de 2009





I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now.
And all the roads we have to walk along are winding, and all the lights that lead us there are blinding. There are many things that I would like to say to you I don't know how.
Because maybe you're gonna be the one who saves me, and after all you're my wonderwall

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