cry
so many times
I thought I held it in my hands
just like rains of sand
love slipt through my fingers
every time I was a fool
saw things that wasn't there
and still every time that person
hurt me so much
that when I was laying in bed
I cried tears al night long.
I thought I held it in my hands
just like rains of sand
love slipt through my fingers
every time I was a fool
saw things that wasn't there
and still every time that person
hurt me so much
that when I was laying in bed
I cried tears al night long.
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| Auteur: weegschaal | 
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| Gepubliceerd op: 14 januari 2002 | ||
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