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Saturday 9 August 2008 photo 3/18
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZLwwy-g2wkc
När jag tänkte på allt och lyssnade på låten, började jag gråta, sitter och tröstäter pringles nu.
tack johanna för att du finns skulle inte klarat mig utan dig.. <'3
She walks to school with the
lunch she packed
Nobody knows what
She´s holding back
Wearing the same dress she
wore yesterday
She hides the bruises
with the linen and lace
ohhh
The teacher wonders but
she doesn´t ask
Its hard to see the pain
behind the mask
Bearing the burdon 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
Concrete Angel
Somebody cries in
the middle of the night
The neighbours hear
but they turn out the light
A fragile soul caught in the
hands of fate
when morning comes
It´ll be to late
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
Concrete Angel
Her statuestands in a
shaded place
an angel girl with
an upturned face
her namne is written
on a polisehed rock
A broken heart that
the world forgot
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
Concrete Angel
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZLwwy-g2wkc
När jag tänkte på allt och lyssnade på låten, började jag gråta, sitter och tröstäter pringles nu.
tack johanna för att du finns skulle inte klarat mig utan dig.. <'3
She walks to school with the
lunch she packed
Nobody knows what
She´s holding back
Wearing the same dress she
wore yesterday
She hides the bruises
with the linen and lace
ohhh
The teacher wonders but
she doesn´t ask
Its hard to see the pain
behind the mask
Bearing the burdon 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
Concrete Angel
Somebody cries in
the middle of the night
The neighbours hear
but they turn out the light
A fragile soul caught in the
hands of fate
when morning comes
It´ll be to late
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
Concrete Angel
Her statuestands in a
shaded place
an angel girl with
an upturned face
her namne is written
on a polisehed rock
A broken heart that
the world forgot
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
Concrete Angel
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