jueves, 28 de mayo de 2009

I'm in my room, it's a typical Tuesday night I'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like And she'll never know your story like I do
Dreaming about the day when you wake up And find that what you're looking for has been here the whole time
If you could see that I'm the one who understands you Been here all along so why can't you see You belong with me Standing by and waiting at your back door All this time how could you not know baby You belong with me, you belong with me
I know your favorite songs ...I know where you belong, think I know it's with me



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