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Lonely is the room, the bed is made, the open
window lets the rain in.

Burning in the corner is the only one who dreams he
had you with him.

My body turns and yearns for a sleep that will
never come.


It's never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon her
shoulder.

It's never over, all my riches for her smiles when
i slept so soft against her.

It's never over, all my blood for the sweetness of
her laughter.

It's never over, she's the tear that hangs inside
my soul forever.


Lover, You Should’ve Come Over, Jeff Buckley


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post(o) por MF às 23:03