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WildChild
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A heart out of affection, a night at the masquerade
You won some and you're lonesome
As the spotlight fades.
Going forth pretending destination is at hand.
When she's crying just a little, just for me
I've seen them set off to the promised land.
Escaping from the hurtings
They don't understand.
A sense of satisfaction
On account of pristine tears.
She's crying just a little more, just like you.
Why don't you cry, cry a little over me?
Why don't you lie?
Can't you tell me that I am hard to deny?
Can't she see what I am going through?
Cry just a little for me.
Oh girl, a little for me.
Afraid to give away waht you keep inside.
There's a ghost in your mirror
Every lonesome night.
And those nights are getting colder.
And your heart's a frozen wound.
Don't you wonder who'll be there, when you awake?
Why don't you cry, cry a little over me?
Why don't you lie?
Can't you tell me that I am hard to deny?
Can't she see what I am going through?
Cry just a little for me.
Oh girl, a little for me.
Why don't you cry, cry a little over me?
Why don't you lie?
Can't you tell me that I am hard to deny?
Can't she see what I am going through?
Cry just a little for me!
Oh cry, a little for me...
--- надополнето: Sep 7, 2011 9:22 PM ---
