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Friday, July 23
ben jelen :: come on
Come on
And finally the silence, looking out, looking back across the sky,
Trying to find a meaning, knowing that I just left it all behind
Still I smell a lingering softness
Where did she go, how did she go, I wanna know
I wanna know that she'll be coming here to me
Come on, without you I'll never feel the love inside of me
Come On, you know that we belong come on, come on
Thinking back before her, I never knew the meaning of alone
Still the flag is feeling foreign, I live the day to escape into a phone
Speaking of a world not real then where did she go,
how did she go, I wanna know
I wanna know that she'll be coming here to me
Come on... She's coming, She's coming here to me,
I'm needing, desiring to kiss her now,
I'm living for her, breathing for her, singing for her fairytale.