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Standing.

Who where you knocking on my door
You where standing, waiting, looking around

When you stepped in to my room
I was standing, waiting, looking around

How come we understood one another so good
When we where both standing, waiting, looking around

No words were spoken, no bounds were broken, just laughter filled the room
What if I´ll never see you again, what if you´ll never see me again

If so

I wanna go back to standing, waiting, looking around




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Publicerad 2010-08-12 15:26



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