| Deep down inside of us, there's a special place.....it's on the back side of our heart. A place where we keep special things that have meant so much to us thru the years. Places we've been....plans, hopes, dreams....the ones we hold so dear and the love that grows inside of us all. It's all here, in that special place....that place where it will remain.....forever. This is where mine are....their all there inside my special place. | ||||
| It Must Have Been Love Lay a whisper on my pillow, leave the winter on the ground. I wake up lonely, there's air of 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 'til the time had run out. Make-believing we're together, that I'm sheltered by your heart. But in and outside I've turned 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. By: Roxette (August 21, 1982 - October 11, 2004) |
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