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Friday, November 19, 2010

After some time I've finally made up my mindShe is the girl And I really want to make her mineI'm searching everywhere To find her againTo tell her I love herAnd I'm sorry 'bout the things I've doneI find her standing in front of the churchThe only place in town where I didn't searchShe looks so happy in her wedding dressBut she cried while she was saying this:Boy I've missed your kisses all the time but this isTwenty five minutes too lateThough you travelled so far Boy, I'm sorry you areTwenty five minutes too lateAgainst the wind I'm going home againDreaming me back to the time When we were more than friendsBut still I see her in front of the churchThe only place in town where I didn't searchShe looked so happy in her wedding dressBut she cried while she was saying this:Boy I've missed your kisses All the time but this isTwenty five minutes too lateThough you travelled so far Boy I'm sorry you areTwenty five minutes too lateOut in the streetsPlaces where hungry hearts have nothing to eatInside my headStill I can hear the words she said:Boy I've missed your kisses All the time but this isTwenty five minutes too lateThough you travelled so far Boy, I'm sorry you areTwenty five minutes too lateBoy I've missed your kisses All the time but this isTwenty five minutes too lateThough you travelled so far Boy, I'm sorry you areTwenty five minutes too lateI can still hear her say

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