you used to call me your angel, said i was sent straight down from heaven
I miss the laughter and the nights we talk to dawn
The morning afters holding you inside my arms
And the sound that we be makin lo
and the passion that we tought would never end.
But most of all I Miss My Friend.
The morning afters holding you inside my arms
And the sound that we be makin lo
and the passion that we tought would never end.
But most of all I Miss My Friend.
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