genting..

genting..

Saturday, April 4, 2009

haze of love

It's isn't early in the morning,
but i still thinking of you
wondering what I should I do,
But I'm finally cutting through this haze.
I think I'm alive,And I think I'll survive.
I'm finally cutting through this haze of love.
For days and days and days,
I'm in a haze of love.

Yeah you don't love me like I love you.
All though you pretend,
I can see this will end.
I'm finally cutting through this haze of love.
Haze of love.
For days and days and days,
I'm in a haze of love.


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