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Black_White World Without You.

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Prefect-storm

Published: Jul 17, 2011

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_{I remember this scene from almost every sad romance movie.
It's the scene where you tell me you gotta go,
but you'll be back real soon.
And I know it's true; you won't be gone long at all.

But how can I fall asleep without your sweet words goodnight?
Seems like time is just going to drag on without you here.
And world's gonna be in shades of grey, as I'm watching the rain.
Things already in a thick haze around me.

And honey, I know I promised you I wouldn't cry,
but this promise is just too hard to keep.
You keep me strong day after day. [you make the bad thoughts go away]
Without you here, I truthfully feel _{little scared.}

I keep whispering to myself, "don't worry hun,
it'll over before you know it, and he'll be back."
I just need to wait for you to be back home,
lace our hands together and kiss you softly.

Then this old black and white film the world's been playing
will be over, and back with color bursting.
And soon enough these arms will no longer empty.}

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