Wednesday, July 27, 2011

white blank page, mumford and sons


Can you lie next to her and give her your heart, your heart?
And can you lie next to her and confess your love, your love?
You did not think when you sent me to the brink, the brink
You desired my attention but denied my affections
But tell me now where was my fault, in loving you with my whole heart.

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