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Everyday is another to go.
Through the land its
covering faces.
Words I hear can't reach.
Somebody else is living
this day.
Trying to reach out never will
give me satisfaction.
Like I'm under the skin
never his man.
Who can help me to get out?
Quiet moments,they are to many.
I'm giving in.
Somebody inside me can't be heard.
Meeting yourself continiously,
no hopes for the future.
under the skin
W hat is there to see?Everyday is another to go.
Through the land its
covering faces.
Words I hear can't reach.
Somebody else is living
this day.
Trying to reach out never will
give me satisfaction.
Like I'm under the skin
never his man.
Who can help me to get out?
Quiet moments,they are to many.
I'm giving in.
Somebody inside me can't be heard.
Meeting yourself continiously,
no hopes for the future.
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