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stosh 'Why'
Loving you has been a game,
Pointing fingers at the blame.
When you touch me it's so cold,
Living young but feeling old.
Close my eyes to all this pain,
Broken Hearts have both been slain.
Poison dreams...
Pointing fingers at the blame.
When you touch me it's so cold,
Living young but feeling old.
Close my eyes to all this pain,
Broken Hearts have both been slain.
Poison dreams...
