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I take a walk down Bristol, inside I'm feeling broken and bitter, If I could whistle, I might be outside your window, I'll get you back, friends say I can't be so wishful, I dream of our initials on a willow, I find myself waking thinking you're my pillow, Trying to forget, taking zanies by the fistful, I'm a rolling stone, going down hill slow, Without you there is nothing I miss more, Where did you go? Where did you go? Cut by your thorns, Where did you go? I tried other girls, nothing was as real though, so I look at my reflection, Wonder where did all the thrill go? I walk down this still road, hoping that he shows, Because your love is something that I would kill for I tried other girls, nothing was as real though, so I look at my reflection, Wonder where did all the thrill go? I walk down this still road, hoping that he shows, Because your love is something that I would kill for From Letras Mania