Paroles de 7th October 1984
I miss whispering down the phone,Now my hands cold to the touch.
I must go before the floods rush in again,
You're happier when you don't see me much.
Our star was out, alone all by itself.
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Now my hands cold to the touch.
I must go before the floods rush in again,
You're happier when you don't see me much.
Our star was out, alone all by itself.
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