When you're gone, by harold hunt |
When you're gone When you leave I won't know what to do. I might miss you so bad that I'll want to die. But on a second thought. I just will throw a party and have some joy. I can have a few friends in to stay. The blond will stay if she wants. No I won't miss you when you're gone. |
Posted: 2014-11-03 02:51:45 UTC |
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