Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Ghosts


Late December, storm
I remember ghosts
Let me know, when go to heaven
I’ll let go when god lets me forget her
Heaven my heart hold it’s time I let it

 Late December, storm
I remember ghosts
Let me know, when go to heaven
I’ll let go when god lets me forget her
Heaven my heart hold it’s time I let it
But I’m not old but I’m not young
I’m not a mother, a father
And I got a lot of years to forget
Oh but I’m not old but I’m not young
I’m not a mother
And I got a lot of years to forget

















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2 comments:

  1. AmalinaDecember 18, 2013 at 2:38 AM

    sedap air masak yang aku tengah minum bila diminum sambil dengar lagu ni.

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