When you're gone, by harold hunt Subscribe to rss feed for 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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