miss you
I don’t want you to go,
But you have to leave
This disease is like a curse
Or would it be a relieve?
When you’re gone with the wind
Tears will drop like rain
Will the sun ever shine again
In my sad, sad brain
Some things you can’t choose
Take it the way it is
Even if it hurts like hell
You’ll have to fix this
But you have to leave
This disease is like a curse
Or would it be a relieve?
When you’re gone with the wind
Tears will drop like rain
Will the sun ever shine again
In my sad, sad brain
Some things you can’t choose
Take it the way it is
Even if it hurts like hell
You’ll have to fix this
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| Auteur: bromvlieg | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: maneschijn | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 08 mei 2008 | ||
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