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Invicible

A cry for help
as you\'re passing by
I am invicible
and invicible tears I cry
A piece of a puzzle
where no pieces match
A crystal vase
noone will catch

Does an inch of conscience
come running through your heads?
I\'m broken into pieces
I\'m torn into shredds
Alone in a world of perfection
A drip in a dried-out sea
I\'m searching for something called \"happiness\"
in a world where noone could ever love me

Please hold me throught the night
and tell me your pretty lie
\'cause I\'m tired of being invicible
and these invicible tears I cry




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Publicerad 2007-04-08 22:08



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