domingo, 16 de setembro de 2007

In this town, I used to be the king here,
Now I don't mean a thing here
where did it all go wrong?

I look around, and noone knows my face here,
I feel so out of place here, Where did all go wrong?

I say your name, And I wonder where you are now,
I hope you're doing fine, Well I hope that you found love...
I hope that you found love...

I've been thinking of you, every waking hour,
Staring at the wall, trying to find the nerve to call...
Look at your photo and I wonder
Are you still on this number?
But In my heart I know
You changed that number long ago

We said goodbye, you begged me not to leave you,
I didn't want to leave you, but you know I had to go...

I said look for me, when the spring sun shines on the street,
Where we'd meet and plan our future, But I never made it home...
I never made it home...

I turn around, head on over to your street yeh,
Just in case you might still be there, but now they've pulled it down...
Now they've pulled it down...

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