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No, isn't she so blessed?
With that voice with soul
I'm turning into black
Like she went back to black
Wake up in bed and decide to be good
But always something strikes me to the ground
Couldn't get out there
I like being alone or blue
Her songs, I always sleep into
Her word, that always made me feel the same
Her love, wish I was her friend and knew everything
Her, her
No, It is not her sin
God took her for granted
Love was everywhere, they said
But love is losing game, she said
I went my bed and try to close my eyes
But always something drags me to the ground
And on your birthday
I always sing alone, your songs
Her songs, I always sleep into
Her word, that always made me feel the same
Her love, wish I was her friend and knew everything
Her, her
