On Her Majesty's Secret Service
She got her chain on
I adore her actions
She calls herself my biggest fan
It was only a hour ago i understood her vision
Some would say i am where they saw me
Black ice street knowledge
But no time to slip on woodgrain
The world is turning and not to my amusement
So what can i do now that i am here
She tells me to help the refugees
Maybe she is right cause close she is
So i take a path on which i will
never achieve my wildest dreams
But maybe will find myself on the road i belong
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| Auteur: David de Vreer |  
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 08 november 2015 | ||
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