Smoke gets in my eyes.

26.05.2011

…….and for a day
…….this world is gray

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But who’s to blame?
For a love that wouldn’t bloom,
For the hearts that never played in tune.
Like a lovely melody that everyone can sing,
Take away the words that rhyme,
it doesn’t mean a thing.
it doesn’t mean a thing.

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