Porque há músicas como esta...

Que me deixam arrepiada cada vez que as oiço:

"Playing with the same love, playing with the same fills, playing for the same ones, playing the same songs. So, I smell your clothes when you’re not here, I smell your clothes when you’re not near, I smell your things, why disappear? I smell your clothes when you’re not here…

Can you tell me that you’ll be here?"

The Gift- Bonita