A way with words
A way with words
Like no one
Like no person ever had
A way to win her love
To comfort her
When she was sad
Words turn into liquid gold
When i think about her
My love untold
She will never love me
It makes me truly sad
But i can't stop loving her
It drives me mad
Like no one
Like no person ever had
A way to win her love
To comfort her
When she was sad
Words turn into liquid gold
When i think about her
My love untold
She will never love me
It makes me truly sad
But i can't stop loving her
It drives me mad
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| Auteur: Marcus | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: bkoemans | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 10 augustus 2002 | ||
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