Overdue
Overdue
I don’t want your hand
No, not this time
-- I’ll save myself, I do --
I just don’t need it
And,
I’m doing just fine
-- Is what I tell, you --
It’s my mind
It has to fit
That’s what I’ll demand
Everything..
On one straight line
-- That’s my strive to --
But this is my clue
That’s always overdue
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| Auteur: sorriso promise | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 24 augustus 2003 | ||
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