Sixteen

by Kelly Zuch   Dec 9, 2009


When I sing, it tells a story
About love and a whole heap of sorry's
I try to make everything work out
And I love you so much without a doubt
If I could go back in time I would
I'd make everything okay, I could
You make me shiver, you make me love
You make me pray, I look up above
Your love was never to be seen
We were young, we were only sixteen.

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