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Every time I see you oh I try to hide away
But when we meet it seems I can't let go
Every time you leave the room I feel I'm fading like a flower
Fading like a rose
Beaten by the storm
Talking to myself
Getting washed by the rain
But when we meet it seems I can't let go
Every time you leave the room I feel I'm fading like a flower
Fading like a rose
Beaten by the storm
Talking to myself
Getting washed by the rain
Annons