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puberty, 1894-5, Edvard Munch

"I step off the train
I'm walking down your street again
And past your door
But you don't live there anymore
It's years since you've been there
And now you've disappeared somewhere
like outer space
You've found some better place

And I miss you
Like the deserts miss the rain
And I miss you (ohh)
Like the deserts miss the rain

Could you be dead?
You always were two steps ahead
of everyone
We'd walk behind while you would run
I look up at your house
and I can almost hear you shout
down to me
Where I always used to be"

'Missing', Everything But The Girl

Publicado por PmA em dezembro 28, 2005 11:31 PM