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agosto 16, 2010

Am I lost?


Cold, cold water surrounds me now, and all I've got is your hand.
Lord, can you hear me now, or am I lost?
No one's daughter allow me that, and I can't let go of your hand.
Lord, can you hear me now or am I lost?
I love you. Don’t you know I love you? And I always have.
Will you come with me? Am I lost with you?
Esto siento, más o menos, y por esto mismo muero.