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You make me cold as ice.
A stone of ice, it's what you gave inside of me, inside of light. I can not cry, I've never done. And my question now is why? I turn my face against the sun and I wish my heart could burn.
A stone of ice, it's what you gave inside of me, inside of light. I can not cry, I've never done. And my question now is why? I turn my face against the sun and I wish my heart could burn.
Annons