01 abril, 2011

Back to December

"I miss your tan skin, your sweet smile,
So good to me, so right
And how you held me in your arms
But this is me swallowing my pride,
Standing in front of you saying
I'm sorry for that night
And I go back to December,
It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missin' you"
 Taylor Swift

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