Why do you choose your pain
If you only knew
How much I love you, Love you
I won't be your winter
I won't be anyone's excuse to cry
And we can be forgiven
And I will be here.
He says when you gonna make up your mind
When you gonna love you as much as I do
When you gonna make up your mind
Cause things are gonna change so fast
All the white horses are still in bed
I tell you that I�ll always want you near
You say that things change my dear
Wednesday, Dec. 01, 2004 at 12:57 a.m.
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Aight, Danny, if that's the way you want it. Consider this an official declaration of war. No hostages will be spared. You have been warned. Sid shall remained neutral and both parties shall refrain from recruiting him lest they undermine the rules of engagement. To war!