We laugh until we think we'll die
Barefoot on a summer night
Nothing new is sweeter than with you
Home. Let me come home. Home is wherever I'm with you.
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Nothing New Is Sweeter Than With You
We laugh until we think we'll die
Barefoot on a summer night
Nothing new is sweeter than with you
Home. Let me come home. Home is wherever I'm with you.
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