While the bombs are here a-droppin' everywhere.
Through the glass, you look so sweet and warm and safe and cosy...
Have I ever told you that I care?
Have I ever told you that you're beautiful
And it hurts me so that we are now apart?
Well, I'm standing on the outside of your shelter, dear...
But I hope I'm on the inside of your heart!
Contributed by Bernart Bartleby - 2016/2/4 - 21:12
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