Saturday, January 27, 2007

All I Think Of

I wanted to tell you something important
That I wanted to see you and b
e with you tonight
"You're all I think of, and I..."
But your cell phone had a bad reception
And our conversation got disconnected

A few minutes later as I called you
"Sweatheart, do you..."
Then my phone had a bad reception
And our 48-hour separated/d
istanced life started

I don't wanna do this anymore
Don't wanna miss any more of your calls nor
Don't wanna miss any more of our chances of being together
And I don't wanna think of anyone else anymore

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