E io non so come reagire.
{
Today I saw you sitting on
your writing desk and drawing a
a couple of your lover aren't you?
I laughed you screamed "get out of here"
I run I cryed I sayd "not there"
but nothing can help you than the Hallelujah
Hallelujah... Hallelujah...Hallelujah.. Hallelujah
And after all the messed up
you at the desk again come back
but can't forget my loudy loudy laugh...
Then some time of meditation
you shout to me Come back come Home
We still have to sing an Hallelujah
Hallelujah...Hallelujah...Hallelujah...Hallelujah
After your forgiveness
I felt a lot of happines
but the real H. is when I see your smile
There's a something that you don't know
I love you, love you, love you more
the people who draw for us an Hallelujah
Hallelujah...Hallelujah...Hallelujah...Hallelujah
The sex is for pussies you know
the love for losers and the way they go
but I fell a thing that's only for our two...
It's painful, dangerous and full ohf holes
The love not returned is only for
Who can scream that broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah...Hallelujah...Hallelujah...Hallelujah
}
A parte questo mi sono accorta che non ho un tag per la felicità-
Ora sono felice, sì.
Ma non come vorrebbe la persona che me la ha dedicata, temo-
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