In daylights, in sunsets In midnights, in cups of coffee In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife In five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes How do you measure, a year in the life?
Good morn or evening friends Here's your friendly announcer I have serious news to pass on to every-body What I'm about to say Could mean the world's disaster Could change your joy and laughter to tears and pain
43352 The force of evil plans To make you its possession And it will if we let it Destroy everybody We all must take Precautionary measures If love and peace you treasure Then you'll hear me when I say
Upload Good Boy Sex 43614 We speak but the words we say mean nothing We smile but the smiles we give are wanting We look upon each other's eyes No spark, no glow, no real signs But we both know this is all for show
Until that sometime, somewhere We could show the world we have each other Sometime, somewhere we need not hide our feelings We just keep on believing that we both have the time together Sometime and somewhere, our lips would be free at last You say the words we've hungered to say And we won't have to worry, we smile we won't say sorry One look and we have cast our fears aside
Until that sometime, somewhere We just have to be content with stealing glances Somehow, content with saying nothing Smiles are always wanting Though deep inside it hurts Because we know that our love, like love Is what it is, it's what we got Our love, like love we'll have to wait Until that sometime, somewhere 44436
I close my eyes and softly ask, “What’s happening to me?” I realize I’m all alone without your company But then we’ve shared so much That a part of me is me no more I’m caught unaware and unprepared For what will be in store
Now that you’re gone To wake me takes me countless hours Just thinking how I’d make another day go by The coffee cup just stares at me It turns cold and bitter sometimes as we A cigarette butt falls on the floor Who picks it up but me
Now that you’re gone
I count each time the phone would ring
With fingers crossed expecting, actually hoping
From the other line a familiar voice
That would say, “I’ll be back today.”
No, it isn’t you, it’s never you.
Now that you’re gone I count each time the phone would ring With fingers crossed expecting, actually hoping From the other line a familiar voice That would say, “I’ll be back today.” No, it isn’t you, it’s never you. What can I do?
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