terça-feira, 24 de fevereiro de 2015

And I'm all mixed up, feeling cornered and rushed. They say it's my fault, but I want her so much. Wanna fly her away with the sun and the rain coming over my face wash away all the shame. When they stop and stare, don't worry me 'cause I'm feeling for her what she's feeling for me. I can try to pretend. I can try to forget. But it's driving me mad going out of my head.  
- t.A.T.u

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