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the only piece i still can grip with my hands are the pieces of the memorys of
your heart. not the same old songs anymore. wakeing eyes, i would die to see
that again. the only thing that still can fit in my heart are the pieces of the
memorys of your smile. not the same old songs anymore. your excuse, i could die
to hear that again. wakeing. the sheets in your bed, the smell of your hair,
it's all gone now for sure. why..you? all of those tapes has played out it's
role now. just a single breeze of your life.
the only piece i still can grip with my hands are the pieces of the memorys of
your heart. not the same old songs anymore. wakeing eyes, i would die to see
that again. the only thing that still can fit in my heart are the pieces of the
memorys of your smile. not the same old songs anymore. your excuse, i could die
to hear that again. wakeing. the sheets in your bed, the smell of your hair,
it's all gone now for sure. why..you? all of those tapes has played out it's
role now. just a single breeze of your life.
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