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Muziek

The eyes of the city are counting the tears falling down.

It turns out to be so much different than our dreams.

I wanna hold you high and steel your pain away.

I'll pretend to see the light.

For every action there's reaction and broken hearts don't just happen.

Tell me how we fail to understand that it's all about the money.

A statue stands in a shaded place. An Angel Girl with an upturned face; Her name is written on a polished rock. A broken heart that the world forgot.

Girl of sixteen, whole life ahead of her. Slashed her wrists, bored with life.

I know I'm meant to be where I am.

There ain't no coming back when you're still carrying the past.

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