zondag 15 januari 2012

Come & Go.


Growing up equals growing apart.
Breaking up means we're back at the start.
What happens next? It's a mysterie.
We can't turn back, the past is history.
We all know, good things come & go.
So how will it be when I see you tomorrow?
What will we say?
Will we still feel like brothers?
What happens next? It's a mysterie.
We can't turn back, the past is history.
We all know, good things come & go.
I wanna know which way to go.
I wanna know.

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