Theres a kind of emptiness, that can fill you. Theres a kind of hunger, that can eat you up. Theres a cold and darker side, of the moonlight. Theres a lonely side, of love. With you here, Baby, I am strong, No sign of weakness. With you gone, Baby, I am hanging by a thread. Theres a certain kind of pain, that can numb you. Theres a type of freedom, that can tie you down. Sometimes, the unexplained can define you. Sometimes, silence is the only sound. With you here, Baby, I am strong, no sign of weakness. With you gone, Baby, I am hanging by a thread. With you here, Baby, I am strong, no sign of weakness. With you gone, Baby, I am hanging by a thread. https://youtube/watch?v=QtDp_sq4P1U
Posted on: Wed, 01 Oct 2014 07:10:52 +0000
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