Reasons
Reasons
Every day I live I try
to get off the ground and fly
away, but I’m still haunted by the question why
I keep telling them a lie
about the reasons why I cry.
Every day I live I try
to get off the ground and fly
away, but I’m still haunted by the question why
I keep telling them a lie
about the reasons why I cry.
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| waterval: | Woensdag, november 27, 2002 02:14 |
| op een dag lukt het wel om de stilte te doorbreken....... droef maar mooi..... |
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| Auteur: Nette | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 27 november 2002 | ||
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