Nobody else here baby
Noone else here to blame
Noone to point the finger
It's just you and me
and the rain.
Nobody made you do it
Noone put words in your mouth
Nobody here taking orders
When love took a train heading south
It's the blind leading the blonde
It's the stuff, the stuff of country songs.
Hey, if God will send his angels
And if God will send a sign
And if God will send his angels
Would everything be alright?...
(U2)
...taken by the lake on a cold Sunday in March...
Como, Italy...
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