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tisdag 26 maj 2009 bild 1/1
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I didn't think to bring a washcloth
Or to rub away the dirt
Myself & I we share
This barely beating heart of hurt
and when the hurt comes there’s an argument
A fight to save a smile
A small attack on human tears
To dry them for a while
A dream we all should count on
Yeah a vision I believe
And where confidence is found
Attached to wires on a sleeve
And where loneliness is history
Told to pack his shit and leave
And when guidance is a fortune
Told to help in time of need
And where crying isn’t secret
It’s the art of how we grieve
And lessons are the key
To every goal I will achieve..
Or to rub away the dirt
Myself & I we share
This barely beating heart of hurt
and when the hurt comes there’s an argument
A fight to save a smile
A small attack on human tears
To dry them for a while
A dream we all should count on
Yeah a vision I believe
And where confidence is found
Attached to wires on a sleeve
And where loneliness is history
Told to pack his shit and leave
And when guidance is a fortune
Told to help in time of need
And where crying isn’t secret
It’s the art of how we grieve
And lessons are the key
To every goal I will achieve..
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