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| When it starts the feeling never stops Creeps through me noone can ever see This pain i go through and all that i do Now written on my face are stories of my past No longer do i care my mistakes will not last Withdrawn i have become and all i do is run To me it's gone past before Never to listen to my call And there has never been a place I can call my own To me it's gone past before Never to listen to my call And there has never been a place I can call my own Tomorrow's a new day to make me feel new But why do i still feel the bottoms of my hills It tears me up inside, i flee and try to hide So like a lonely child i cry by myself Noone that really cares they all just feel bent Now i ask myself why do i feel lost ? To me it's gone past before Never to listen to my call And there has never been a place I can call my own To me it's gone past before Never to listen to my call And there has never been a place I can call my own The sleeping child, his heart is torn ; Just like the life that has been scorned ; The sleepin child - his heart is torn. The sleeping child, his heart is torn ; Just like a rose it's petals gone - The sleeping child, his heart is torn. To me it's gone past before Never to listen to my call And there has never been a place I can call my own To me it's gone past before Never to listen to my call And there has never been a place I can call my own Written by Dom |
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