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~ Some People ~
some people they tease one another
take pride in themselves
keeping “the other” one, down
well, i’m not like that atall
some people they hurt one another
they love to see
“hurt” in “the other” one’s, eyes
well, i’m not like that atall
.
some people are born for each other
they love to walk
holding «the other» one’s, hand
they always understand …
some people cry
some people know «why» ( «Υ» )
.
some people they use one another
so aimlessly
not like “lovers” do
well, i’m not like that atall
some people they long for each other
they love to talk
holding «the other» one’s, hand
they allways understand …
some people cry
some people know «why» ( «Y» )
.
with a word unspoken
with a voice unheard
when a thought is broken
by a tender word
when a heart is moved
when a heart is thrown
the silence tells you
you’re not alone
.
some people are born for each other
they love to walk
holding «the other» one’s, hand
they allways understand
some people cry
some people know «why» ( «Υ» )
.
some people
.
( some people are born for each other )
we love to walk
holding «the other» one
( some people they long for each other )
they love to talk
holding «the other» one
( some people are born for each other )
they love to walk
holding «the other» one
holding «the other» one
holding … each other …
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