lunes, 28 de marzo de 2011

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Nobody knows, nobody knows but me.. I sometimes cry, if I could pretend that I'm asleep when my tears start to fall. I peek out from behind these walls, I think nobody knows.. nobody knows. Nobody likes, nobody likes to lose their inner voice, the one I used to hear before my life made a choice; but I think nobody knows, nobody know.

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