She sticks her head out of the window of the bus and lets the wind ruffle her hair.
The rain doesn't trouble her this year.
Neither does the cold.
She's growing old.
Well, at least this way you can say you never say him cry.
Hold me tight, let me go on loving you
'Defeat on either side is not an option'
The rain doesn't trouble her this year.
Neither does the cold.
She's growing old.
Well, at least this way you can say you never say him cry.
Hold me tight, let me go on loving you
'Defeat on either side is not an option'
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