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		We are slowly dancing inthedark
		Tothe music playing from my heart.
		Like the stardust shining inthe space,
		We are moving gently face toface.

		Love tolook at you. Isee the light
		Inyour lovely eyes that shine so bright.
		Dont you see, my dear, the paradise
		When you look so deep into my eyes?

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		We are slowly dancing inthe dark.
		We are moving gently face toface,
		Like the stardust shining inthe space.






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		Here we are! Just you andme.
		Inyour hands, Isee thekey
		Tomy heart, toset itfree
		Simply like it used tobe.

		What Isee inyou is love.
		Icannot just get enough.
		You are now my better half,
		Precious present from above.

		There is no place and no time.
		Iam yours and you are mine.
		Iam lucky tohaveyou.
		Ilove you. You love metoo.






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		Im barely walking inthe rain.
		Im hiding well my tears ofpain.
		My life will never be the same,
		My broken heart says tomy brain.

		At dusk, Isee an old green train.
		It comes totake me far away.
		No need toask, fight, or complain.
		Iwant torun. No strength tostay.

		Iknow that life is not agame.
		We cant restart it all again.
		Iput my feelings inaframe.
		Dont ask me who, what, why, or when.

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		No need tohide my tears ofpain.
		No one towhom Ishould explain
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		Sometimes Ifeel that Iam wild,
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		Ican set free my inner child
		When Iam, finally, all alone.

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		It is aplace where Ibelong.
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		Ilive my life. Ilet itbe.
		Iput acomma, not adot.

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		Ilive my life like inadream,
		Come back my home tofeel alive.






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Girl


		The day has been tough.
		Feel down, really blue,
		But hearing your laugh
		Iknow Iget through.

		Asmile that youwear
		Does help me survive.
		The smell ofyourhair
		Can make me alive.

		Ilove you, my girl.
		Alive for awhile.
		Ilive inthis world
		Because ofyour smile.






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Dead


		Im so dead inside:
		My heart, soul, and mind.
		Idont have asmile.
		Now its not my style.

		Ijust feel so small
		Inastrange big world.
		Now Idont knowwhen
		Ican laugh again.

		Inmy heart andsoul
		Theres no spring, theres fall.
		All the days seem grey.
		Idont feelOK.

		Theres no shining face,
		Like its not my case.
		You cant help me, friend.
		Its anotherend.

		Sure, Ill come alive.
		Its arule oflife.
		Ifeel bad enough.
		Its so hard, so tough.

		When Iclose the door,
		Isit on the floor.
		Ijust feel thepain
		Running through my veins.

		Ithink what Ifeel
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		Ijust cant resist,
		Like Idont exist.

		Im not fine. Its true.
		Dont you feel ittoo?
		Im so dead inside:
		My heart, soul, and mind.






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Choice


		Every day is achoice between belief and doubt.
		Close your eyes, take abreath, look slowly all around.
		All you need is inside, no sense tosearch outside.
		Trust the time, just stay calm, and leave the fears behind.

		People do what they want. No sense injustifying.
		Iron girl. Ice-cold heart. My eyes are dry from nowon.
		Go ahead! See the ray ofsunshine through the cloud.
		Every day is achoice between belief and doubt.






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