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When you sittin´ on my chair
you still broken my hair
´cause everybody else
love this
And you prefer love which
isn´t very nice
but I know it´s not mine
you know
We live i the world
where everybody play one more
a game , which they game over
but you want everytime more
I know
But you don´t listen my sentences
You don´t watch my book
You don´t be happy when I tell you
So you are the guy who loves dark
And nobody tell me...
One day , I read you diary
it´s secret , I konw ,
but you also read my notebook
so why I musn´t readyour?!
So I read again
and I see there many , many lies
You lie me for all the time
so , "by the way" ,
why you still love me ???
Now I got a interesting life
I forget you forever
and I say yoy
Is it a dream ???
The answer is:
No , it isn´t.
Dream is like wonderful street
where two people go
and you know...
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srdce1357
17. 10.októbra 2006 16:53
noo este keby som tak pocula hudbu k tomu a vedela po anglicky tak sa mi to aj lubi
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