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Love's Memories
Every time you say something to tear out my fragile soul
And It becomes a voice that haunts me day and night a ghost that straps itself to my soul
Every promise because promises are little contacts of the heart
I never make a promise I am not sure that I can...
And It becomes a voice that haunts me day and night a ghost that straps itself to my soul
Every promise because promises are little contacts of the heart
I never make a promise I am not sure that I can...
