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Love is, above all, the gift of oneself.
Jean Anouilh
In the light of the sun, You don't know me Essential yet appealed You don't know me She said You don't know me Boston, where no one knows my name
Is there anyone?
Oh, it has begun.
Oh dear, you look so lost
Eyes are red
And tears are shed
This world you must've crossed
You said,
And you don't even care
She said,
You don't know me
And you don't wear my chains
Carry all your thoughts
Across an open field
When flowers gaze at you
They're not the only ones
Who cry when they see you
You said,
And you don't even care
She said
You don't know me
And you don't wear my chains
I think I'll go to Boston
I think I'll start a new life
I think I'll start it over, where no one knows my name
I'll get out of California, I'm tired of the weather
I think I'll get a lover and fly 'em out to Spain
I think I'll go to Boston
I think that I'm just tired
I think I need a new town, to leave this all behind
I think I need a sunrise, I'm tired of Sunset
I hear it's nice in the summer, some snow would be nice...
And you don't even care
Where no one knows my name
Where no one knows my name...
Augustana | Boston
[snagged me a mikeyfish]