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rely on me.
i'm your soul.

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She was young but not naïve, always wise beyond her years. Hoping that no one would see every time she dried her tears.


strike out.

there's no real
love in you

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domingo, 25 de octubre de 2009


This is wrong but I can't help but feel like there 'aint nothing more out there. Thursday morning comes again and I can't help but wish I could see your face. I know from my personal plate I'd be breaking all my rules to see you. You smile that beautiful smile, and all the girls in the front row scream your name. So dim that spotlight, tell me things like 'I can't take my eyes off of you'. I'm no one special; just another wide eyed girl who's desperately in love with you. And your photographs hang on my wall... SuperStar. Morning loneliness, comes around when I'm not dreaming about you. When my world wakes up today, you'll be in another town. And I know when I saw your face, I'd becounting down the ways to see you. You played in bars, you play guitar. I'm invisible and everyone knows who you are. And you'll never see sing me to sleep, every night on the radio. So dim that spotlight, tell me things like 'I can't take my eyes off of you'. I'm no one special; just another wide eyed girl who's desperately in love with you. And your photographs hang on my wall... SuperStar.
sweet sweet SuperStar .


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