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Saturday, September 16, 2006 @ 03:33
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lay a whisper on my pillow
leave the winter on the ground
i wake up lonely, is there a silence
in the bedroom and all around

touch me now, I close my eyes
and dream away...

it must have been love, but it's over now
it must have been good, but I lost it somehow
it must have been love, but it's over now
from the moment we touched till the time had run out

make believing we're together
that I'm sheltered by your heart
but in and outside I turn to water
like a teardrop in your palm

and it's a hard winter's day
i dream away...

it must have been love, but it's over now
it was all that I wanted, now I'm living without
it must have been love, but it's over now
it's where the water flows, it's where the wind blows

it must have been love, but it's over now
it must have been good, but I lost it somehow
it must have been love, but it's over now
from the moment we touched till the time had run out

Roxtte: It Must Have Been Love




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