I wish I was a sacrifice but somehow still lived on.
I wish I was a sailor with someone who waited for me.
I wish I was a messenger, and all the news is good.
I wish I was the pedal break that you depended on.
I wish I was the radio song, the one that you turned up.
I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish,
I guess it never stops.
sunnudagur, ágúst 14, 2005
Skrifað af Jon Minn klukkan 18:24
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