sábado, 30 de julho de 2011

It'd be nice to wake up next to you, in the early morning or in the dead of night. Maybe you'd wake up to your eyes on me, and I'd have to hide under the covers because I hate my discheveled hair. There are a million ways to wake up, and I could speand my whole life disconvering them all.. as long as you're there too.

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