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They Never Asked You To.
Thursday, July 09, 2009, 00:08
Can we go back to the days our love was strong.
Can you tell me how a perfect love goes wrong.
Can somebody tell me how to get things back, the way they used to be.
Oh God, give me the reason, I'm down on bended knee.






Ernest