It's your job / my tears
Everytime you go away
& I have to stay,
My heart breaks in 1000 pieces,
only to be healed when your back.
I know i'ts your job,
I know you love to work for the Belgian Navy.
But I wish you could see ...
The tears in my eyes,
everytime we say our goodbyes.
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| Auteur: white_rose | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 12 juli 2005 | ||
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