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You ask me who to blame
for us involved in this game.
It is only a lie
made only for us to cry.
You ask me how I dare
this love to bear.
You don't want to fight
because you are afraid of the night.
You ask me to be your friend
who will give you own hand.
I live without a fear
when the end is near.
We want to get away far
by going in my car.
You hold on to my arm
where you will stay without harm.
- by mike-snake |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 11/16/2008 |
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