You don't even know my name
When I lay on my bed,
Waithing on death to come,
All I'll ask for, is you.
Singing that one song.
Over and over.
And still mean every word you say.
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| Auteur: Kaatj | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Innerchild | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 20 november 2007 | ||
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