iemand een titel? :p
It's like you're touching me,
when I dream in my deepest sleep,
your so cold hands against my cheek,
my soul for you to keep
You're around me when I relax,
keeping me safe from what lurks behind,
you grab my hand,
and lead me to my goal
But now you left without a trace,
you left my soul for the deamons in my mind,
now all I can do is just run,
even though there is nowhere to hide...
Omnia Mutare Possunt
when I dream in my deepest sleep,
your so cold hands against my cheek,
my soul for you to keep
You're around me when I relax,
keeping me safe from what lurks behind,
you grab my hand,
and lead me to my goal
But now you left without a trace,
you left my soul for the deamons in my mind,
now all I can do is just run,
even though there is nowhere to hide...
Omnia Mutare Possunt
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| Auteur: The Mystery Pianist | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: michris | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 02 april 2007 | ||
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