You, not us
You ruin my dreams
you drink my blood
I'm not as it seems
I bow in your mud
you...
you put my into danger
i'm weak because of you
i've become a stranger
that's the way you do
you let me sit
when i want to stand
it are my legs
you want to bend
you get my powerengine
I do every thing you say
you get me more and more
you pull me through the day
you rule me
you fooled me
you lead me
you beated me
you...just you
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| Auteur: FookSpook | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: michris | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 23 mei 2007 | ||
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