perfection
I try to be perfect
but it just won't work
I don't think it makes me real
it won't make my life complete
reality is something strange
but there's one thing I'm sure of
I know you're there
when I'm in trouble
that's all I need
that's what makes my life
worth living
but it just won't work
I don't think it makes me real
it won't make my life complete
reality is something strange
but there's one thing I'm sure of
I know you're there
when I'm in trouble
that's all I need
that's what makes my life
worth living
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| Auteur: ...Do... | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: benji | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 28 september 2005 | ||
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