My own 6th Avenue heartache

The same black line that was drawn on you was drawn on me
and now it's drawn me in  6th Avenue heartache.

Look out the window, down upon that street and gone like a midnight was that man. But I see his six strings laid against that wall and all his things, they all look so small. I got my fingers crossed on a shooting star. Just like me-just moved on.

neo cinta

bila orang bilang semua itu "Ah, semua itu ayat-ayat romantis"

barangkali,

kau sentiasa benar, aku penipu nya.

November Rain Tahun Ini

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