If I never feel you in my arms again, if I never feel your tender kiss again, if I never hear "I love you" now and then, will I never make love to you once again? Please understand, if love ends, then I promise you, I promise you that, that I shall never breathe again. Breathe again, breathe again, that I shall never breathe again.
And I can't stop thinking about, about the way things used to be, and I can't stop thinking about, about the love that you made to me. And I can't get you out of my head; how in the world will I begin to let you walk right out of my life and throw my heart away? And I can't stop caring about, about the apple of my eye, and I can't stop doing without, without the center of my life. And I can't get you out of my head, and I know I can't pretend that I won't die if you decide you won't see me again.
If I never feel you in my arms again, if I never feel your tender kiss again, if I never hear "I love you" now and then, will I never make love to you once again? Please understand, if love ends, then I promise you, I promise you that, that I shall never breathe again. Breathe again, breathe again, that I shall never breathe again.
And I can't stop thinking about, about the way my life would be. No, I can't stop thinking about, how could you love me then leave? And I can't get you out of my mind, God knows how hard I've tried, and if you walk right out my life, God knows I'm sure to die. And I can't stop doing without, without the rhythm of my heart. No, I can't stop doing without, for I will surely fall apart. And I can't get you out of my mind, and I know I can't deny, and I would die if you decide you won't see me again.
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If I never feel you in my arms again,
RispondiEliminaif I never feel your tender kiss again,
if I never hear "I love you" now and then,
will I never make love to you once again?
Please understand, if love ends,
then I promise you, I promise you that,
that I shall never breathe again.
Breathe again, breathe again,
that I shall never breathe again.
And I can't stop thinking about,
about the way things used to be,
and I can't stop thinking about,
about the love that you made to me.
And I can't get you out of my head;
how in the world will I begin
to let you walk right out of my life
and throw my heart away?
And I can't stop caring about,
about the apple of my eye,
and I can't stop doing without,
without the center of my life.
And I can't get you out of my head,
and I know I can't pretend
that I won't die if you decide
you won't see me again.
If I never feel you in my arms again,
if I never feel your tender kiss again,
if I never hear "I love you" now and then,
will I never make love to you once again?
Please understand, if love ends,
then I promise you, I promise you that,
that I shall never breathe again.
Breathe again, breathe again,
that I shall never breathe again.
And I can't stop thinking about,
about the way my life would be.
No, I can't stop thinking about,
how could you love me then leave?
And I can't get you out of my mind,
God knows how hard I've tried,
and if you walk right out my life,
God knows I'm sure to die.
And I can't stop doing without,
without the rhythm of my heart.
No, I can't stop doing without,
for I will surely fall apart.
And I can't get you out of my mind,
and I know I can't deny,
and I would die if you decide
you won't see me again.