Inexplicability
A constant search
for things to say.
When I'm with you
all words are vain.
Remember when
all hope was gone.
Did you believe
That we had won?
Think back to when
the sky was grey.
Was there a decent
thing to say?
When it comes to
the way I feel,
All statements fake,
All words unreal.
for things to say.
When I'm with you
all words are vain.
Remember when
all hope was gone.
Did you believe
That we had won?
Think back to when
the sky was grey.
Was there a decent
thing to say?
When it comes to
the way I feel,
All statements fake,
All words unreal.
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| Auteur: Chill | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Frummel | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 13 augustus 2002 | ||
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