A pale moon.
A pale moon.
A pale moon
is bringing in
a bit of light and
now I’m staring
at the ceiling
My body rests
while my head
is still spinning
and my brains
doing overtime
I must be the one
to blame
How can I sleep
without holding you
here in my arms?
A pale moon
is bringing in
a bit of light and
now I’m staring
at the ceiling
My body rests
while my head
is still spinning
and my brains
doing overtime
I must be the one
to blame
How can I sleep
without holding you
here in my arms?
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| Auteur: Peterdw. |  
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| Gecontroleerd door: Anastacia | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 22 maart 2007 | ||
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