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2004 год.

Trample down the flower.

I don't feel for you And it must be good I don't feel for you Even though I would. You think I don't care Maybe you are right I just try to save My low burning light. 'Cause I'm still confused Thinking of these things 'Cause I am afraid Of your sacred dreams. But 'if you see my hands Reaching for your love Trample down my heart Like a hopeless flower Fallen from above.

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