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This mad life
as so many time before you lie and steel
to me planting the past and trying to make it grow
as the future has come and went many time before
listen to the heart beat somewhere in a Indian era
as you take from me things more then beauty
you hold your losing life in your hand with tears
to me
to me planting the past and trying to make it grow
as the future has come and went many time before
listen to the heart beat somewhere in a Indian era
as you take from me things more then beauty
you hold your losing life in your hand with tears
to me
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This mad life
This mad life
