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With blood shot eyes I watch you sleeping The warmth I feel beside me is slowly fading Would she hear me if I called her name? Would she hold me if she knew my shame? Theres always something different going wrong The path I walk's in the wrong direction There's always someone fucking hanging on Can anybody help me make things better? Your tears don't fall They crash around me Her conscience calls the guilty to come home Your tears don't fall They crash around me Her conscience calls the guilty to come home
Annons
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