~*~Not like you~*~
~*~not like you~*~
Who are they?
Who is that boy
That loves to pray?
And Who’s that girl
That loves to say
That she’s the best?
Not with words
But with the way she’s dressed
Why aren’t they just all like me
Or maybe I just have to see
The good side of those people
And just accept that they are
The way they are
Not like you
Not like me
But just who
They love to be
Theirselves
Who are they?
Who is that boy
That loves to pray?
And Who’s that girl
That loves to say
That she’s the best?
Not with words
But with the way she’s dressed
Why aren’t they just all like me
Or maybe I just have to see
The good side of those people
And just accept that they are
The way they are
Not like you
Not like me
But just who
They love to be
Theirselves
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| Auteur: -Tamara- | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 31 oktober 2004 | ||
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