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viernes, 16 de julio de 2010

She.

There she goes.
There she goes again.
Racing through my brain.
And I just can't contain,
This feeling that remains.

There she goes.
There she goes again.
Pulsing through my veins.
And I just can't contain,
This feeling that remains.

There she goes.
There she goes again.
Racing through my brain.
And I just can't contain,
This feeling that remains.

There she goes.
There she goes again.
She calls my name,
Pulls my train.
No one else could heal my pain.
And I just can't contain,
This feeling that remains.

There she goes.
There she goes again.
Chasing down my lane.
And I just can't contain,
This feeling that remains.

There she goes...

There she goes...

There she goes.

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