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I walked across an empty land
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the earth beneath my feet
Sat by the river and it made me complete

Oh simple thing where have you gone
I’m getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you’re gonna let me in
I’m getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

I came across a fallen tree
I felt the branches of it looking at me
Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place that I’ve been dreaming of?

And if you have a minute why don’t we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don’t we go
Somewhere only we know?

-Keane, Somewhere Only We Know

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Written by ray rizaldy

18 December 09 at 10:54 pm

Posted in raie

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  1. Oh simple thing where have you gone
    I’m getting old and I need something to rely on
    So tell me when you’re gonna let me in
    I’m getting tired and I need somewhere to begin…

    Ohohohohohoho *gj

    batari

    19 December 09 at 12:07 pm

  2. ciee batari gejeee hehehe.

    ikazain

    19 December 09 at 1:19 pm

  3. ahahay, yes we getting old and getting tired bat.

    ray rizaldy

    20 December 09 at 12:57 am


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