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I liked to hear you play on your guitar,
I liked the way it maked me cry,
I liked the way you made me smile,
I liked the way you said you cared.
now I'm sitting here with no sound in my heart,
depressed on a chair,
knowing I can't smile...
knowing you don't care
I liked the way it maked me cry,
I liked the way you made me smile,
I liked the way you said you cared.
now I'm sitting here with no sound in my heart,
depressed on a chair,
knowing I can't smile...
knowing you don't care
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| Gecontroleerd door: benji | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 18 november 2005 | ||
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