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I gave him My heart But his hands were trembling So I took it back Never to give it away And locked it up Never to go astray There were so many knockings at My door People asking for My heart and what more
All the passion and zeal that you can't feel The sudden disappearing fun, are you being human ? In a week of 7, spend 5 days of misery
I barely forgot you Thus I remembered you again Oh, what strikes a poor man's sane T'was you I found and always got you
When these days would pass And the streets would throb with celebrations When people will shake hands
How can the roses be so red How can the fruits be so sweet With all the chaos surrounding us How come the nature don't cease to please
Staying at home Sitting all alone Like they're home alone Streets howling from the nooks Terror roaming in the winds
When My eyes are close at night My mind slips into a reality so bright To find the peace into the tangled nerves
You throw the wishing coins in the dried lake God how much you love the smiles actually so fake You trusted the wrong guy, now you cry
So many casualties inside Me No one mourns none can see So many feelings once were born
They suppose that time is the best healer The year passed loneliness was Her concealer But what if his absence was echoing around Her
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