people passing by
I'm walking through streets,
people pass me by,
seeing what I see,
lots of people cry.
A smile up on their face,
their heart cold as stone,
the sun's their warm embrace,
they also feel alone.
We all reach out our hands,
cry for help inside,
hope someone understands,
and says it will be allright.
people pass me by,
seeing what I see,
lots of people cry.
A smile up on their face,
their heart cold as stone,
the sun's their warm embrace,
they also feel alone.
We all reach out our hands,
cry for help inside,
hope someone understands,
and says it will be allright.
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| Auteur: Louise van Gils-Hulstein | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 07 juli 2003 | ||
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