Comes from the eye
Almost every day
When I cry
Because of what you say
As it fals
Down my cheek
I hear the things
You say every week
It's cuts into my soul, extremely deep
But all I can do
Is stand by and weep
What can I do
To escape the pain
That you deliver
Again and again
This body and soul
Cannot be saved
You gave me my ticket
To my grave
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Rabu, 30 September 2009
My Tears
Comes from the eye
Almost every day
When I cry
Because of what you say
As it fals
Down my cheek
I hear the things
You say every week
It's cuts into my soul, extremely deep
But all I can do
Is stand by and weep
What can I do
To escape the pain
That you deliver
Again and again
This body and soul
Cannot be saved
You gave me my ticket
To my grave
Almost every day
When I cry
Because of what you say
As it fals
Down my cheek
I hear the things
You say every week
It's cuts into my soul, extremely deep
But all I can do
Is stand by and weep
What can I do
To escape the pain
That you deliver
Again and again
This body and soul
Cannot be saved
You gave me my ticket
To my grave
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