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Jag vill bara säga att jag är så otroligt glad över mina vänner.
Och speciellt en, som verkligen har förstått och visat att hon bryr sig.
Och att hon känner igen sig gör saken lättare för mig.
Precis så som du finns här för mig,
presis så finns jag här för dig.
Hoppas du vet det.
Tillsammans ska vi kämpa.
Jag äkskar dig
I Y S
She walks to school with the lunch she packed,
nobody knows, what she holding back,
wearing the same dress she wore yesterday,
she hides the bruises with the linen and lace.
The teacher wonders but she dosn't ask,
it's hard to see the pain behind the mask,
bearing the burden of a secret storm,
sometimes she wishes she was never born.
Through the wind and the rain,
She stands hard as a stone,
in a world that she can't rise above.
But her dreams give her wings,
and she flies to a place,
where she's loved
somebody cries in the middle of the night,
the neighbours hear but they turn out the lights,
a fragile soul caught in the hands of fate,
when morning comes it'll be too late.
a statue stands in a shaded place,
an angel girl with an upturned face,
her name is written on a polished rock,
a broken heart that the world forgot
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZLwwy-g2wkc&feature=related
Och speciellt en, som verkligen har förstått och visat att hon bryr sig.
Och att hon känner igen sig gör saken lättare för mig.
Precis så som du finns här för mig,
presis så finns jag här för dig.
Hoppas du vet det.
Tillsammans ska vi kämpa.
Jag äkskar dig
I Y S
nobody knows, what she holding back,
wearing the same dress she wore yesterday,
she hides the bruises with the linen and lace.
The teacher wonders but she dosn't ask,
it's hard to see the pain behind the mask,
bearing the burden of a secret storm,
sometimes she wishes she was never born.
Through the wind and the rain,
She stands hard as a stone,
in a world that she can't rise above.
But her dreams give her wings,
and she flies to a place,
where she's loved
somebody cries in the middle of the night,
the neighbours hear but they turn out the lights,
a fragile soul caught in the hands of fate,
when morning comes it'll be too late.
a statue stands in a shaded place,
an angel girl with an upturned face,
her name is written on a polished rock,
a broken heart that the world forgot
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZLwwy-g2wkc&feature=related
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