She loves your smile, she loves your hair.
But she is here and you're there.
And when you're sad she wants to be
That little hope that you can see.
You don't know her, but who's to blame?
She has a name, but not the fame.
She just can't tell you.. She loves you!
She is me. And that's the truth...
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Tu ai fi fost străinul perfect. Nu te-aș fi iubit și nu aș fi sperat.. Eu nu aș fi știut să ai vreun defect. Străinul meu perfect...c...
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