Truly Madly Deeply
Thursday, 12 December 2013
All this bad blood here, won't you let it dry?
We were young and drinking in the park
There was nowhere else to go
And you said you always had my back
Oh but how were we to know
That these are the days that bind you together, forever
And these little things define you forever, forever
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