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When dreams are made of the simple stuff
The right to choose and say enough
When all you want is life again
It's hard to be that tough, oh
I don't know how it feels to always wanna run
And I don't know what it means to be dying just to live
What if you were left with a stone cold heart
and you were all alone and just falling apart.
Would you rise again? Would you rise again?
What if hope was lost for one hundred days
and you feel that life was just slipping away.
Would you rise again? Would you rise again?
Bar aså alla vet så har jag flyttat nu och har därför inten tillgång till internet:)
The right to choose and say enough
When all you want is life again
It's hard to be that tough, oh
I don't know how it feels to always wanna run
And I don't know what it means to be dying just to live
What if you were left with a stone cold heart
and you were all alone and just falling apart.
Would you rise again? Would you rise again?
What if hope was lost for one hundred days
and you feel that life was just slipping away.
Would you rise again? Would you rise again?
Bar aså alla vet så har jag flyttat nu och har därför inten tillgång till internet:)
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