Marlon Roudette - New Age
So much fire that it burned my wings. Her heat was amazing. Now I'm dreaming of the simple things. Old ways, erased. If love was a word, I don't understand. The simplest sound, Four letters.
Are you loving the pain, loving the pain? And with everyday, everyday I try to move on. Whatever it was, Whatever it was, There's nothing now. You changed. New Age.
(ifyoucannothearit, KLICK!)
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