viernes, 15 de mayo de 2009

Another day.


And do you ever want me, do you ever need me?

I know that you left before goodbye.
And it's okay, there's always another day.
And anytime you want me, anytime you see me
I don't think you meant to say goodbye
And it's okay, there's always another day.


Mañana será otro día. Eso es lo que repite mi cabeza cuando todo se lía.

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