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London after Midnight |
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geschrieben am: 23.04.2003 um 19:01 Uhr
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I sense theres something in the wind,
That feels like tragedys at hand,
Altough I'd like to stand by him,
Can't help this feeling that I have,
The worst is just around the bend,
And does she notice my feelings for her,
And can she see how much she means to me,
I think it's not be,
What will become of my dear friend,
Where will his actions take us then,
Altough I'd like like to join the crowd in their Enthusiastic cloud,
Try as I may it doesn't last,
And will we ever end up together,
No I think not,
It's never to become,
For I am not the One
*London after Midnight*
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