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Hoping, feeling I will come back to you And hold you in my arms And I, I know you're wrong But I can't change a single thing It's like it's meant to
Seven hundred times I thought of you A voice of innocence I hear it calling I know it's you Now I realize That it's just hurting For the first time I
Clumsy, always quivering Always searching for your things You don't work but you cannot find a rest 'Cause you gave up too soon Old man sitting in your
How long have you been free In this world of hate and greed? Is it black? Or is it white? Let's find another compromise And our future's standing still
She once was 17 but she never fall in love Because she never felt the same Like the other ones at school Like all the other boys and girls around Misery
Hoping..feeling I will come back to you And hold you in my arms And I... I know you're wrong but I can't change a single thing It's like it's meant to
seven hundred times thought of you a voice of innocence i hear it callingi know it's you now i realize that it's just hurting for the first time
clumsy, always quivering always searching for your things you don't work, but you cannot find a rest 'cause you gave up too soon old man sitting
how long have you been free in this world of hate and greed is it black or is it white let's find another compromise and our future's standing
she once was 17 but she never fall in love because she never felt the same like the other ones at school like all the other boys and girls around
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