September
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Nobody knows what I´m holdin' back, I hides the bruises with linen and lace,The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask, It's hard to see the pain behind the mask, Bearing the burden of a secret storm, Sometimes I wishes I was never born... Through the wind and the rain, I stands hard as a stone, In a world that I can't rise above, But my dreams give me wings and I flies to a place where I´m loved. Somebody cries in the middle of the night, The neighbors hear, but they turn out the lights, A fragile soul, caught in the hands of fate, When morning comes it'll be too late...
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